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Pressure
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Chris Sails
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Pu**y stay wet so, he matching my drip N***as strike out cause, I don't let them hit If I do I get that head, and I dip They watching close, tryna see if I slip Feel like a n***a, y'all stay on my d**k If I want it both ways, I'll be taking your b*t*h like I'm Lilo, you St**ch Stick to the code, hold it down, never switch B*t*hes want beef but, can't even get they bread up Pu**y [?] f**k a n***a head up Yeah I tote that heat but, I always keep it cool Tryna [?] so you gotta be a fool B*t*h how you mad, I get paid to look cute You just get paid to get f**ked for some shoes Talking that sh*t but, can't back it, that's tragic F**king with us, no you don't want no static You know I'm coming real hard in this b*t*h Claiming he real but he folding the pressure [?]booked me, only digits they getting Your n***a stay on me, he feeling this shawty Getting hate more real then the love sometimes And your b*t*h more real then your mans, most times B*t*hes look up to me like I'm they idol And n***as look at me like they want a t**le I don't trust nobody but it's f**king K My n***a keep his strap like Young M.A My name ain't Simon, he gone do what I say It's a hot girl summer, so your n***a ain't safe How you don't f**k with 12 but, you stay tryna cuff Okay (Gang gang gang gang) (Gang gang gang gang) Gang gang gang gang, n***as don't really wanna bang bang bang Lame lame lame lame, they just f**king for the fame fame fame Different day but the same damn thing N***a rich but ain't a damn thing change I wear my gun like it's fashion Caught that pu**y n***a lacking Took the pistol out the wagon N***a froze up he was lagging I ain't gotta cap, I ain't graduate [?]to my f**king face Even though we blood, I just can't relate Yeah, I'm in the cut like Peroxide No shoes strings but, I'm mob-tied Keep a stick on me like a blind guy Creep up on a n***a on his blind side Kind of like, Ray Charles Think about my past like, baseball Even though they did me wrong, hate y'all Tryna get a AP, like the viking She won't let me hit, I was striking Now I beat it up, Mike Tyson N***a too rich, to be fighting B*t*h I'm in these streets, f**k a sidewalk like hot sauce Show them too much love, that's my fault N***a catch up, cause I'm hot dog Heart too froze, I don't need Johnny Dang Nowadays, b*t*hes they just do it for the fame If we ever see the opps, then n***a we gone bang Hell nah, n***a you can't hang with the gang I'm the type to wipe a n***a nose without the snot Car ain't got no roof so, I made it give me top If he acting like a pu**y, then we gone hit his spot Cause this 4 got a d**k, we gone air this b*t*h out Don't got, murder on my mind But you bet not try to try me Cause even Dr. Miami couldn't even save your body You would think my n***as in a league The way they catch a body Yeah, I cheated on my b*t*h and I ain't even tell her sorry Damn, okay, yeah yeah yeah yeah
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