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Pressure
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Pressure was released on December 3, 2019 by We Create Greatness as a part of the album Never Surrender
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Release DateDecember 3, 2019
LabelWe Create Greatness
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
WestCoast Gillie
WestCoast Gillie
Performer
Gilbert Espinoza
Gilbert Espinoza
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gilbert Espinoza
Gilbert Espinoza
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gilbert Espinoza
Gilbert Espinoza
Producer

Lyrics

Allow me to pull up and shine on 'em
A few jewels why you wildin' on 'em?
Oh, you mad that I'm stylin' on ya?
It's a little bit of nothing, I just keep it on the cool
Don't you owe me some money? I'ma need all that too
Say hello to the bad guy, what it is? What it do?
She like the way I talk, she like damn you be smooth
Take her back to the crib, have her feet to the roof
I'm a fiend for the loot, I can go without some pussy
If the ass lookin' nice then you gon' catch me lookin'
If the one see me servin' on the block then I book it
And it's still fuck the cops, I'ma always think y'all crooked
Shout out to the haters, why you worried 'bout a G?
I'm worried 'bout this paper, lames I let 'em be
Stay in my lane, blowin' dro, I cannot see
Hotbox with the tint, always lowkey, yeah
Hold up, what that shit you talkin'?
Big pressure, that's the way I talk it
Swear to God with some money in my pocket
Lost some rack, came back, double profit
Hold up, wait, what that shit you talkin'?
Big pressure, that's the way I talk it
Swear to God with some money in my pocket
Lost some rack, came back, double profit
Whole squad 'bout our money, call it gangrene
Shawty's non-believers, something they ain't never seen
I been thinkin' 'bout the bag since like 17
I been gettin' closer to it while you only dream
Yeah, in the streets, infrared beam on the beast
And the Chinese ain't my 'migo, they my people's enemy
Yeah, they wanna lock me up, but I never take a plea
And I'm grindin' 'til I'm shinin', I know that's easy to see
I'm 24/7, 365, 9/11
Bring the terror to your dome, real dogs don't go to heaven
We could both get on the phone if you really with the flexin'
You gon' call the cops, I'ma call collect, teach you a lesson
Hold up, what that shit you talkin'?
Big pressure, that's the way I talk it
Swear to God with some money in my pocket
Lost some rack, came back, double profit
Hold up, wait, what that shit you talkin'?
Big pressure, that's the way I talk it
Swear to God with some money in my pocket
Lost some rack, came back, double profit
Written by: Gilbert Espinoza
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