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veozo - pressure lyrics

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[intro]

yuh, yea yea yea yea yea
yuh, yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
(yo my n-gga steve pullin’ up with the loud pack soon too)
yuh, yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
(ayo bet that we on that)

[hook]

call my brodie tell him we get lit
tyra banks up on my wrist yea b-tch i’m filthy rich
speak my name, then that n-gga slid
trust me i don’t f-ck with children or them little kids
hit that stain, then i hit that l!ck
50 bands no d-mn guitar, my pockets making hits
smoke that gas, f-ck that mid
you don’t want that f-cking pressure, you ain’t with the sh-ts

[verse 1]

i smoke that pack, that filthy sh-t
scratches on my torso, trust she with the sh-ts
my b-tch say hola, my b-tch a spic
that bih like coca, my bih so lit
that bih so hit
run it up, run it up i need a double cup coming out of the bin
cause my n-ggas we coming up but we done f-cked it up
we never got it like this
yo b-tch calling i huddle up so i can bubble up all of my muhf-cking jizz
yo they calling me wiz, i been knew the biz
i’ve been f-cking these b-tches
p-ssy n-ggas they talk about how they be sipping but i never seen the prescription
i’ve been beating up p-ssy just like i might-
chop a n-gga, chop it up cause i’m viscious
diamonds shining from my wrist to my wishlist
stack it up, i stack my muhf-cking paper man n-ggas always tryna deal with the business

[hook]

call my brodie tell him we get lit
tyra banks up on my wrist yea b-tch i’m filthy rich
speak my name, then that n-gga slid
trust me i don’t f-ck with children or them little kids

[verse 2]

yuh, yuh
and i really go hard for this sh-t
money looking too tall for a bit
n-ggas see me they fall like a cig
n-ggas see me they talk sh-t but don’t tell me nothing, that seems like a flaw from a b-tch
wanted me a garage with a whip
now i want me a rar with a b-tch
woah
sit
aquafina my water so drip
couple beams in the car better dip
couple b-tches gone fall on my d-ck
trust i’m eating you starving, no feeding i’m on this
my team gonna ball on a b-tch
we supreme, we so hard, we so lit
you don’t want all this pressure you kid

[outro]

f-ck, that sh-t was hard bro!
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
bro, like, bro
i come here bro, i deliver like bruh like
bruh, like bro yo lemme hear that



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