歌詞

Aha, we ready for them Pressure, but I don't feel no pressure I'm on a roll, and I'm heavy like a double-decker Where you wanna go? Bring your energy for the inspector You're in the wrong place If this ever feels like a lecture Wise words, deaf ears And I ain't here to test ya No black and white on my collar, but I'm here to bless ya Top scholar and they step in every time I step up Bet your top dollar, that it's shillings every time I step up Told you I don't feel no pressure The country love me, so I'm up and down like pinballs I put the M in BPM, on mic, I'm nimble Show me love, show me love that ain't fickle I can't get trapped, I protect my tip like a thimble Get used to me, I'ma be here until I'm wrinkled I talk a lot, but that don't mean I like to mingle I ain't for sale, won't catch me throwin' up no symbols
Writer(s): Daniel Kausman, William Richard Knighton, Emile Hunter, Randall Clayton Mcneil Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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