paroles de chanson NO_PRESSURE_FREESTYLE (feat. Chivok) - AngelOh!

Beat be knocking, and that treesh yeah she be topping
I rock, b.b. Simon, I got guap why she be wildin'
I hear CD's scratching, heart attacking, beam attachment
You can catch it, if you lacking ain't no telling what's gon happen
Black b.b. Simon on my waist, and I got bape up on my face
I got all black up on my body, can't leave clues, can't catch a case
I put a T on the AK, and then I'm finna do the race
We both got Tech, but imma shoot and he gon pour it in his drank

Sorry baby I been humble too long, imma let my ego grow as big as it gets
If I give you my loyalty, you still in debt
Play with my heart imma make you regret
Imma keep booming and you gon regress
They gon see me shining with my baguettes
Fuck off the henny we don't need no rest
They cannot know my next move let me guess
Feel a King in this bitch, and you niggas is rooks
This a game we call chess, woah woah
Keep em' check, woah woah
You know the rest, woah woah

Beat be knocking, and that treesh yeah she be topping
I rock, b.b. Simon, I got guap why she be wildin'
I hear CD's scratching, heart attacking, beam attachment
You can catch it, if you lacking ain't no telling what's gon happen
Black b.b. Simon on my waist, and I got bape up on my face
I got all black up on my body, can't leave clues, can't catch a case
I put a T on the AK, and then I'm finna do the race
We both got Tech, but imma shoot and he gon pour it in his drank

Wrist on milly I be rocking off dis faygo
White hoes, how they all gon know my name tho
Bankroll, always looking at the bankroll
Pocket watching ain't gon get you to the safe hoe
Y'all stay safe tho slide on her like bang bros
And If he got another problem we could bang bro
I stay cooking up this beef, you looking lame bro
Ya thotty slupring up this skeet but that's ya main hoe
I'm Milly rocking Milly rocking Milly rocking ayo
I'll catch that body once my Brodie sends the drop I'm AO
Forget about it imma pop one know that I can't say no
I'm too high to deal with drama matics aimed at ya throat
Coast to coast we sipping, dreaming, Florida living
Get the neck fuck out ya feelings
She's a trick, disappear magicians
I'm the shit don't needa listen, all the ice on me don't glisten
Put that ice all in this liquid Sierra Mist mix in my system yeah

Beat be knocking, and that treesh yeah she be topping
I rock, b.b. Simon, I got guap why she be wildin'
I hear CD's scratching, heart attacking, beam attachment
You can catch it, if you lacking ain't no telling what's gon happen
Black b.b. Simon on my waist, and I got bape up on my face
I got all black up on my body, can't leave clues, can't catch a case
I put a T on the AK, and then I'm finna do the race
We both got Tech, but imma shoot and he gon pour it in his drank