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rowdy rebel & fetty luciano - no pressure lyrics

[intro: rowdy rebel]
brr, ayy, ayy
i tell ’em “f+ck”, ayy (it’s never, no)
it’s never (it’s never, no), it’s never no pressure

[verse 1: rowdy rebel]
it’s never no way, it’s never no pressure (it’s never no pressure)
you know how we—, look, start off the tesla (bah)
n+ggas don’t play with my team, they know better (baow, baow, baow)
she tell me to come and f+ck her off this [?] cold weather
i tell her to put that sh+t together (come herе, huh?)
valentino for the sweatеr (oh)
met the b+tch at coach+lla, she was f+cked up, ’til a n+gga met her
2014, i was in the trenches with my feelings, steppin’ in my margiela’s (oh)
makin’ all the opps jealous, f+ck they gon’ tell us when we all rebellious?
my top shooter paid off, brand new wraith, skate off
i hit the gas and take off, i heard that boy was broke, i laid off
we hit your block with a glock, took his face off
shootin’ like kyrie, and this is the play+off’s
if he ain’t on timin’, then he better stay off
’cause all that timin’, n+gga, we stay on
we take no days off

[verse 2: fivio foreign & rowdy rebel]
huh, yeah (huh, yeah), and we ain’t comin’ to lose (nah)
huh (yeah), catch a case (yeah), and i go to court in a suit (baow)
huh, said he ain’t gon’— (what?), that’s just accordin’ to you (baow)
my son six months, look (baow), already told him to shoot (baow)
i pull up on him at gt’s (skrrt), n+gga, i’m in a bully, we three deep
n+gga, she’ll be lost if she leave me (nah), n+gga, she keep on sayin’ she need me (yeah)
n+gga, what you expected? (what you expected?)
huh, yeah, what you expected? (what you expected?)
huh, she get me h+rny, i’m catchin’ erections
spillin’ her heart and she tellin’ confessions
i need two b+tches to have s+x with
i gotta move different with a weapon
she on my body, just give me a second
and i gotta stay on top of my investments
ah (woo), yeah (yeah), i gotta stay on top of my investments
huh, yeah (huh?), i gotta stay on top of my investments
[verse 3: rah swish & rowdy rebel]
uh, look how the stepper step out, too deep with a tec out
i heard the opps on somethin’, be cautious, n+gga we’ll see on the lead out
tell my shooter “don’t [?] out the car”, tell that n+gga to get out
i’m in the car with two chops, i’ma stick the one with the one in the head out (grr, baow)
nine shots, let me pop sh+t (pop sh+t)
how you a eater, ain’t drop sh+t? (you ain’t dropped sh+t)
if i’m in the middle, this .40 gon’ clam out the crowd
like i’m startin’ a moshpit (baow)
i got a thing for the b+tches that f+ck with the opps
so they callin’ me toxic (treesha)
keep a knocker when i’m shoppin’
booted, like pj took on the rockets (uh)
casamigos sippin’, give me the hiccups (hiccups)
we hit that boy, he ain’t get up (brr, brr)
my lil’ brodie caught a body, if they give him bail
then we puttin’ a crib up (haha)
pull up a four+horse to the telly, i’m in the four+door, me and fetty
i’m makin’ one call when i’m ready, headshot, turn his skull to spaghetti (baow)

[verse 4: fetty luciano & rowdy rebel]
when it’s war, n+ggas don’t ever mention my name (brr)
tell her “suck the marni”, n+gga, f+ck the fame (baow)
bust down the patek, i don’t want it plane
dripped in designer, that’s how it came (baow, baow, baow, baow)
rich crib, but i still catch a stain, did six years, ain’t sh+t changed
still hit l!cks, still switch lanes, in a big body, n+gga, quit playin’
huh, i tell my shooter “don’t shoot” (i’m trippin’)
matter of fact, scratch that (huh?), i tell that n+gga to pass that (brr)
i’m in a fast car, that’s a h+llcat, i know they can not catch that (skrrt)
n+gga, it’s never no pressure, how we losin’? n+gga, we never let up
my diamonds low, i gotta watch for the set+up
switch the game, hop out, any weather (switch game)
we movin’ on n+ggas, stompin’ on steppers (on steppers)
he move on, then that boy gettin’ wet up (shiesty)
we got the streets in tunes, we the ones that really speak the truth (on god)
might hop in a sprinter and leave the coupe (f+ck it)
shh, don’t need to shoot (grr, grr, baow)

- rowdy rebel fetty luciano lyrics

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