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tyga - pressed (feat. honey cocaine) lyrics

why you b-tches so pressed for? (for)
open up the gate all i do is press four (four)
got you p-ssed off ballin’ up your fist for (for)
don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

ahh!
it’s the hooligan n-gg- (n-gg-)
eat these rappers up, you just food to me n-gg- (n-gg-)
rap don’t work, i’m a wolverine
n-gg-‘s honey make you desert, wash it down with some liqour
li-lit up, the pill make a b-tch turn flipper
you so um, all on the bottom of my zipper
i nick trip, got the cannon on me like mariah
pinocchio rappers man, all i see is liars (ahh!)
rough riders, gang n-gg-s, kush buyers
get smashed, halloween, mike myers
my religion, plenty women no choirs
they call me the royal p-n-s, they’re highness
for when they give it up, pour it up, leave it wit’ us
eatin’ my dust, you bustas dusty still on the bus
truly quick, pick her up or you ain’t bad, you ain’t nothing
all my n-gg-s eatin’ like the last supper, n-gg-

uhh! (ahh!)
why you b-tches so pressed for? (pressed for)
open up the gate, all i do is press four (press four)
got you p-ssed off ballin’ up your fist for (fist for)
don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
why these b-tches so pressed for? (pressed for)
why these b-tches so pressed for? (pressed for)
wh-why you b-tches so pressed for? (pressed for) (yeah)
why these b-tches so pressed for? (pressed for)
don’t make me pull out my pistol

uhh!
don’t make me pull out my pistol
t-dot that seaside my b-tch is official
get rich or take it cause that is a ritual
this b-tch was talkin’ i had to come visual
i don’t like to lose it’s bad habits
all my b-tches loyal and true and no fashion (fashion)
my n-gg-s holdin’ the juice, they all strappin’
sleepin’ on me, hatin me dude i’m straight g-ssin’ (g-ssin’)
everything i’m in is luxury (luxury)
them other hoes know they can’t f-ck wit’ me (f-ck wit’ me)
b-tch look me in the face when you stunt on me (stunt on me)
better ask a weak ho try to front on me (front on me) ha-ha
now tell me where that b-tch at, that b-tch -ss
all this good food, i’m surprised i ain’t get fat
wake up then ‘urn up then turn up the sh-t fast (fast)
i’m coming through with that pistol you better get back, b-tch!

ahh!
why you b-tches so pressed for? (for)
open up the gate all i do is press four (four)
got you p-ssed off ballin’ up your fist for (for)
don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
why these b-tches so pressed for? (pressed for)
why these b-tches so pressed for? (pressed for)
wh-why these b-tches so pressed for? (pressed for)
why these b-tches so pressed for? (pressed for)
don’t make me pull out my pistol

if we get rowdy (yeah), all my n-gg-s sorry (yeah)
why you b-tches so burst for (burst for)
don’t make me pull out my pistol (pull out my pistol)
if we got a problem (yeah), all my n-gg-s sorry (yeah)
why you b-tches so burst for? (burst for)
don’t make me pull out my pistol (pull out my pistol)

d-mn!
hop up in my lap, get high (high)
pistol grip pump from my lap at all times (times)
lap at all times, la-lap at all times
now it’s no more drama, it’s that mary j blige (blige)
yeah, i’m too high, ch-nky eyed (eyed)
cherry vans, sweet red, red vines (vines)
closed blinds, n-gg- you gets no shine
it’s my party n-gg- i ain’t standin’ in line!

why these b-tches so pressed for? (pressed for)
why these b-tches so pressed for? (pressed for)
why these b-tches so pressed for? (pressed for)
don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
wh-why you so pressed for?

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