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will brennan – pressure lyrics

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[verse 1]
miracle blunt burnin’ so slow that it could feed the m-sses
that potent sh-t that got ’em missin’ work and skipping cl-sses
the perfect game, i executed flawless
hit the mound with this pound, i’ll sit back and watch who pitch the fastest
strike out, had to figure my life out
so many distractions, lost, tryin’ to find the right route
sh-t get crazy when that money get low
sh-t get crazy when you hungry and broke
get on the hustle and go
life pains the price of fame, we pay it gladly
my baby momma trippin’ cause she hate her baby daddy
this world could never blow my high, this fire keep me happy
smokin’ out with my main chick from up in tallah-ssee
young n-gga, welcome to the game
these old dudes know that sh-t will never be the same
times change, watch me roll with it
a big world, my att-tude is go get it

[hook]
octane don’t got a name, just call this sh-t the pressure
octane don’t got a name, just call this sh-t the pressure
octane don’t got a name, just call this sh-t the pressure
call this sh-t the pressure, call this sh-t the pressure

[verse 2]
had this chick at florida state back in summer break
tried to play me hard to get, it was worth the wait
good girl, but i couldn’t stay
i’m a dog and i like it when they make me chase
you’re a lame, probably wife ’em if they made your plate
my homie taught me only wife ’em if they make you great
back home with them riders in the cut
wanna match, h-ll yeah n-gga, fire that sh-t up
this that crack? h-ll yeah n-gga, fire that sh-t up
all black shades so can’t n0body seein’ him
n-ggas claim they had the gas, but wasn’t on that premium
octane don’t got a name, just call this sh-t the pressure
the whip so f-ckin’ cloudy i’m about to change the weather
it’s rainin’, pourin’, that b-ss hittin’ like thunder
and i wonder if that’s the reason that p-ssy gettin’ wetter
she smilin’ lookin’ at me like, boy you think you clever
cause this the sh-t i’m playin’ every time i come and get her
don’t fall in love with rappers, girl, your momma taught you better
and this the type of d-ck that could f-ck up your semester

[hook]



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