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bodega bamz - under pressure lyrics

[intro]
back at it
(this is what music is supposed to sound like)

[hook]
this is what music supposed to sound like
this is what music supposed to sound like
this is what music supposed to sound like
this is what music supposed to sound like
this is what music supposed to sound like
this is what music supposed to sound like
this is what music supposed to sound like
this is what music supposed to sound like

[interlude]
if you tired of that garbage, tired of that weak sh-t
i need you to raise your hand because
i ain’t here for nothin’ else but to make history till my heart stop

[verse]
i’ve been dropping the temperature, keep it moving or keep it g
keep me up in your prayers and keep me out of affairs
that don’t really concern or benefit me in any way
[?] i’m ice on every summer day
f-ck the applause, i’m f-cking the broads
coming on panties and drawers, eyes wide, dropping they jaws
running out of patience with n0body to call
n0body do it better than the papi involved
my own people hate, not bothered at all
i got it bottled up, i’ma say how i feel
f-ck you, f-ck you and her
where’s my thank you, “bamz, you the king?”
where’s “i appreciate all you bring”
f-ck being ashamed, be proud of pounds
even if it mean the black clouds on top of you
even if they say your name sound too spanish
f-ck spain, pa, i’m hispanic, latino
tired of being second, winded, pimping out women
tired of being second, winded, raided our kitchen
tired of being pushed to the back when we the middle men
tired of y’all saying y’all plugs when we distributin’
tired of reggaeton and what it did to our image
tired of all the racism up in this business
tired of latin rappers always being ashamed
this is me every day, this is me every day
this is me every day, this is me every day

[interlude]
we are gathered here, to give thank you to papi
thank you, papi, for ridding us of all this wack sh-t
excuse my language, lord jesus
you see i swear to god, he sent you
i swear to god, god sent you
and for the player haters, copy cats
who can’t stand to save you spot
keep pushing, baby, keep pushing

- bodega bamz lyrics

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