聆聽 Drebae 的「No Pressure (feat. Megan Thee Stallion)」

No Pressure (feat. Megan Thee Stallion)

Drebae

Hip-Hop/Rap

285 Shazams

歌詞

Drebae When I come through, it's pressure, got my foot up on they necks Bitches think I work for Nike 'cause I'm all about my checks You old news, antique, serve hella looks, call me Mystique I come through and I drop jaws My diamonds shine, no flaws When I come through, it's pressure, got my foot up on they necks Bitches think I work for Nike 'cause I'm all about my checks You old news, antique, serve hella looks, call me Mystique I come through and I drop jaws My diamonds shine, no flaws I look like heaven boo, bitch I give these niggas hell My only friend is Benjamin, I need the CashApp or the Zelle Like a Zoom call it's her face, body shape like vase Drebae When I come through, it's pressure, got my foot up on they necks Bitches think I work for Nike 'cause I'm all about my checks You old news, antique, serve hella looks, call me Mystique I come through and I drop jaws My diamonds shine Pressure, pressure La-la-la-la-li-da Pressure, I got m-, it's pressure, I got m- Pressure, pressure La-la-la-la-li-da Pressure, I got m-, it's pressure, I got m- Murder everything, murder everything They tried to act like they ain't know me, but they knew my name Now everything I do, these bitches wanna do the same These heffas copy me like Simon, they do what I say I have yet to meet a challenge, I been chillin' in my palace Sippin' Henny out a chalice, knocking bitches off they balance I'm the one like I've been chosen, Tina Snow, neck frozen Money long like califragilisticexpialidocious, uh When I come through, it's pressure, got my foot up on they necks Bitches think I work for Nike 'cause I'm all about my checks You old news, antique, serve hella looks, call me Mystique I come through and I drop jaws My diamonds shine, no flaws When I come through, it's pressure, got my foot up on they necks Bitches think I work for Nike 'cause I'm all about my checks You old news, antique, serve hella looks, call me Mystique I come through and I drop jaws My diamonds shine, no flaws These niggas are accessories never been a necessity A bad ass bitch I got the sauce they want the recipe Fresh off the runway, bitches know I've been a star (a star) Dope like Pablo, that's an esco-bar Hoe you insecure like Issa I'm a work of art Mona Lisa My face so pretty and so is my body Your man got his eyes on me like Illuminati Give a fuck 'bout how you feel Ice me out in diamonds if you want me to chill He said, "What's your sign?", I told that nigga, "Dollar bill" Pressure, pressure La-la-la-la-li-da Pressure, I got m-, it's pressure, I got m- Pressure, pressure La-la-la-la-li-da Pressure, I got m-, it's pressure, I got m- Pressure when I come through
Writer(s): Andreas Hinz, Michael Mueller, Stephen Martin Singer, Deandre Clark Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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