paroles de chanson Pressure - Moonie900 feat. CFM Zee

Pressure
Smokin
OG
Homie
Like me
Know me
Slippin
On me
Fish scale
Bologna
Ishmael
Tony
Call dropping them on me
My wrist real ice yours cubic zirconia

I'm stacking my Benji's
You play me get hit with that semi
Post up in the hood he like Kenny
Glock under my Fendi
I'm serving that white girl like Lindsey
Come shop with me bitch I got plenty
I need every penny
I pour up that oil not Henny
A 100 a line not 20
I'm fucking on Jenny
She say I can't fuck with a jimmy
I still fucked that bitch wit a jimmy
Roll up that pressure get high like I'm smokey
I'm not smoking OG I'm smoking yo homie
He say he don't like me but don't even know me
He won't catch me slipping I keep that bitch on me
I'm selling fish scale he got bologna
My plug name Ishmael he got the tony
I give him a call and he dropping them on me
My wrist real ice yours cubic zirconia
I drop a verse while I'm getting yo bitch wet
Boy why you mad she ain't even yo bitch yet
Young nigga ballin like I signed wit Dipset
Walk in the mall and I fuck up a big check
Quit all that crying she ain't get the dick yet
You gon quit plotting cuz I'm not a lick yet
Big 40 on me when I get my dick wet
Got a new bitch ride the dick like a big 'Vette

When I'm in the trap bitch I'm beating the pack out
Stack for the summer then I bring them racks out
I'm pushing the dope till it's sold we gon max out
I won't fold under pressure
Wit this 40 might crash out
I got yo bitch eating dick at the trap house
When you get her hair done I pull her tracks out
I'm not a dyke but I thug with the strap out
Pour a 8 of some purple and sip till I pass out
When I'm in the trap bitch I'm beating the pack out
Stack for the summer then I bring them racks out
I'm pushing the dope till it's sold we gon max out
I won't fold under pressure
Wit this 40 might crash out
I got yo bitch eating dick at the trap house
When you get her hair done I pull her tracks out
I'm not a dyke but I thug with the strap out
Pour a 8 of some purple and sip till I pass out

You say you want smoke but you callin my brody
I keep a Glock 40 I'll never be lonely
You step in my kitchen get fried like bologna
That choppa gon hit you and flip ya lil homie
I fuck on yo bitch when I get a lil lonely
I grab on her hair now she feeling all on me
I step in the party with Loui V on me
I pop me a X just to knock out yo homie
I bag up some white and go back to the block
With a Glock in my hand and a knot in my sock
I just popped me a perc now I'm looking for opps
He ain't gon see a car gon see a dot
When I step in the hood bitch I'm feelin like 50
Them hollow tips straight through his noggin his fitted
Go post on the block and I'm dripped up in Fendi
Just caught me a play that's a 30 at Wendy's
I be stickin yo hoe with that dick on my hip
And she gobblin up dick but she leaving with hickeys
She act like she fine but she really a flippy
Get tossed in the trap where she gon be
Imma dog the lil bitch when I give her the bone
She be stuck on that gas got her showing her thong
They say that they fuck with a nigga they don't fuck with a nigga
They just know that a young nigga on
I keep a pack briefs with a Glock on the seat
Just to wait for my bro to come home
I'm just a dog on the leash Imma give her the treat
On top what a young nigga on
9 on my hip but I swear we can knuckle up
Fuck all that talking my nigga gon touch you up
Come shop with a nigga them prices go low for us
Rob a fuck nigga if he think that he taxing us