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fmb dz - pressure lyrics

if i really want this sh-t i wanna ask for it
came a long way i had to sacrifice my past for it
you should have tried me outside i paid cash for it
you owe up i had ’em boys on your -ss for it
big boss i’m just try’na task for it
big dog you a mother f-cking lil’ boy
miss her too but i still keep a smile on me
jump out the cool with her loose six thou’ on me
pretty b-tch wanna live for bout blossom me
yeah she gonna put her mouth on me
20 life until b-tch you only eat cony
you can’t respect no n-gg- you on a fake rollie
if you scared go to church but don’t f-ck with holy
that’ll explain why all these mother f-cking deems are on me
don’t understand why all these n-gg-s keep on speaking on me
it’s a dirty game so i keep it on me
baby hoodie on zip to the top
security gonna check me p-ss me the glop
play crazy in the club get your -ss shot
yeah i do it for the have and the have nots
in the back of the benz feeling like us
i don’t respect that i’d get a n-gg- head pop
n-gg- better not touch your hair on my dread lock
i was down but i’m the mother f-cking man now
i’m going 100 on this b-tch cuz i can now
just blew fire got a fireball on standby
i f-ck might as well you f-cking all your fans out
i pop perks you be f-cking with them zans high
three canes i got f-cking the clan high
get out of the line and we pull up in the range now
n-gg-s want a beat a dime doing my dance high
you have mine you a cut off your hands huh
n-gg-s caught me slipping caught me with my pants down
n-gg-s say i win and claim me i’m their man now
i’m just try’na f-ck a b-tch thickest cash style
street n-gg- turn corp and i got clans now

i can’t let up on these n-gg-s i’ma add that pressure
go crazy round this b-tch i’ma apply that pressure
can’t let up on these b-tches i’ma add that pressure
get it all out that pile i’ma need some extras
i can’t let up on these n-gg-s i’ma add that pressure
go crazy round this b-tch i’ma apply that pressure
can’t let up on these b-tches i’ma add that pressure
get it all out that pile i’ma need some extras

we don’t wants winners we don’t want press
top side in we don’t want that stretching
ten bows in the hair everybody catching
man your b-tch on the perch yeah we both scratching

i don’t gots a place to bury yeah we both stabbed it
i’ve been bowling over these n-gg-s i feel half landed
sticking with this head till the dirt did the merry’s
had to cut that b-tch off cuz she was too average
pay cash for this sh-t i don’t do plastic
do ’em on 28 a roy print i don’t crash him
vivi has all my sh-t that’s a lot of carats
i want gear for my kid my b-tch with the jury

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