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Yea Yea Yea Let me get that Yea Yea Let me get that Yea Lets get it Yea Yea Let me get that Yea these hoes da want dat Pressure She Gotta Know my Nina black Tint hard wit da Cadillac In da backseat feeling all dat Presssure Gotta whole world on her back Double look just stating facts Oh my god she want that Pressure She peep I'm balling hard Little dude I'll pull your card Just try n see and feel dat Pressure Trash man with the body bag Money fat wit the plenty stacks It's time to put this world on Pressure Its bout time the world see what Im about Coming down through my city Clean from the dirty south Where my people stay leaning and We rocking off the top Over and over niggas try to cop Slang and out style See you ride a nigga wave and Watch you catch tag Paper chasing is the motive see me Catch a bag She pop her body like ciara with The fitted cap Throwing it back no control Where is janet jack I aint bragging but ya know ya boy Got them hoes Thicky bad lil broads with the Body to show And some down ass females and They got back door Do whatever for the bag is their Life motto Yea these hoes da want dat Pressure She Gotta Know my Nina black Tint hard wit da Cadillac In da backseat feeling all dat Presssure Gotta whole world on her back Double look just stating facts Oh my god she want that Pressure She peep I'm balling hard Little dude I'll pull your card Just try n see and feel dat Pressure Trash man with the body bag Money fat wit the plenty stacks It's time to put this world on Pressure All she needs is two shots of the Hen Gone of that liquor pop poppin on A split Houston got the baddest girls Best in the world Bougie to a tee And it costs a major fee I got bad bitch riding on my right Feeling good She look nice Im on ten And that dress is mighty tight Headed to the house She my type And tonight gone be her night Greatest hits bests moments of her Life Ass on woah And them Hips on parenthesis Feel like ripley so lil mama Ya best believe Show and tell these niggas Elementary I got Money on my mind i dont Need a shrink Yea these hoes da want dat Pressure She Gotta Know my Nina black Tint hard wit da Cadillac In da backseat feeling all dat Presssure Gotta whole world on her back Double look just stating facts Oh my god she want that Pressure She peep I'm balling hard Little dude I'll pull your card Just try n see and feel dat Pressure Trash man with the body bag Money fat wit the plenty stacks It's time to put this world on Pressure
Writer(s): Darius Collins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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