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Pressure
9,245
Hip-Hop/Rap
Pressure was released on July 28, 2018 by #Boyz Entertainment LLC as a part of the album No Hooks
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Release DateJuly 28, 2018
Label#Boyz Entertainment LLC
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peezy
Peezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Rashard Woodward
Anthony Rashard Woodward
Songwriter
Ronald Brown III
Ronald Brown III
Songwriter
Wayne Jenkins
Wayne Jenkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Wesson
David Wesson
Producer

Lyrics

Hmm
We ain't doing no more hooks man
That shit over with
Let's get it
Pressure could bust pipes, pressure could make a diamond
Pressure could make a **** rat, you thinkin' he was silent
Pressure make a **** tell on his own momma
Brand new Peezy, got me feeling like Obama
I ain't never voted, I put that on my momma
I done been to hell and back, I'm still smiling
**** hate to see it
They hatin', but I give 'em every reason
Tell them pussy ****, take it up with Jesus, 'cause we still eatin'
Two thousand on my sneakers, the bottom bleedin'
(The bottom bleedin')
Sent the picture of my dick and it got her cheesin'
All my **** is wolves, I gotta feed 'em
**** just be talkin' good, I don't believe 'em
Devil stay workin' ****, God is the greatest
I'ma burly on my grind, is why I stay in the latest
Went from Ramen noodles e'ry night to steak and potatoes
**** hang around and steal sauce and take all the flavor
Got the game in a headlock
When it's beef ****, ain't no running from that red dot
Boy don't get your head popped
They don't want me living, rather see me in a cell block
Got these **** having heart attacks like they Red Fox
Diamonds on my neck, from taking federal chances
Five thousand worth of singles, got 'em just for the dances
Real street ****, hard to adjust to the camera
All I'm tryna do is pull up in the Jackson the Phantom
Fo' zips and a Sprite, pour the rest in the Fanta
Took trips overnight to blow them checks in Atlanta
Fo', five, six ****, drop a bet, it's a gamble
Put a finger on me bitch, I'll make you out here an example
Thousand pills and a half spot
Got on all Gucci, I'm the mascot
**** I started off with dime rocks
Hustled on the block where **** couldn't survive
Knocked one I copped from the plug he throw it I buy
Got shot a couple times, they was hopin' I died
Popped up, buyin' Roleys out the store with my guys
In a hospital, praying on my hands and my knees
Came back, taking pictures, with a hand full of cheese
Hard to stop a **** who gon' win regardless
Eatin' like I got my own garden, boy is you retarded?
The prosecutor cried when the jury read the charges
Drippin' on these bitches 'til they put me in a coffin
We ain't really doing too much talkin', we 'bout action
Neighbors keep on complaining, it's too much traffic
Do this shit for my son, it ain't 'bout braggin'
Broke **** mad at the world, 'cause they not stackin'
I'm hustler ****, rap my side job
These **** like they Roleys, they tickin' time bombs
They gon' self-destruct, while I'm chillin' fresh as fuck
Tryna mess with us ****, get your weapons up
Mustard ass **** gotta do some catching up
Stack the real money, while I fuck the extras up
On these **** neck, ain't no way I'm letting up
Fuckin' on your bitch, she just said she finna cum ****
Lose your life over this shit, don't be dumb ****
All we talk is money, better go and get you some ****
I got grown man money for you young ****
I ain't even going hard, I'm just having fun ****
Hey, uh-huh, hey man
I ain't, man fuck these **** man
Let the beat ride out Dave
You know how we carryin' it ****
We ain't doin' no more hooks pussy
(Pussy)
Written by: Anthony Rashard Woodward, Ronald Brown III, Wayne Jenkins
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