Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi trovare il testo della canzone Pressure (Intro), artista - Z-Ro. Data di rilascio: 26.05.2022
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Pressure (Intro) |
| 1 Deep Entertainment |
| Bow down to something greater than yourself, chief |
| The blind stares of a hundred pairs of eyes that you will never be able to see, |
| haha |
| R.I.P. Makaveli, |
| Bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga, what? |
| B-B-Bang like a Crip or Blood, Crip or Blood (Niggas can’t see me) |
| My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga, what? |
| It ain’t nothin' but a party when we thug (Niggas can’t see me) |
| My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga, what? |
| B-B-Bang like a Crip or Blood, Crip or Blood (Hold me, it ain’t easy) |
| My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga, what? |
| It ain’t nothin' but a party when we thug (Uh) |
| Well, it’s been a long time |
| I shouldn’t have left you with all these weak-ass rappers, didn’t mean to |
| disrespect you |
| Homie, this ain’t the type of rap you should wear a dress to |
| Y’all niggas trippin', but it ain’t too late, you can be rescued |
| I do my own thang, I don’t do nothin' like the rest do |
| You ain’t rockin' with me? Fuck it, I’m not tryna impress you |
| I do it for the real niggas and bitches tryna get through |
| I’m hood Jesus, niggas don’t know who they standin' next to |
| Y’all niggas ain’t motivated, I can’t be around that |
| I’m lookin' for smiles, tryna forget where all the frowns at |
| The whole city mine, the fuck I’ma be out of bounds at? |
| I’m everywhere except where all the bitch niggas and clowns at |
| Pussy nigga tryna drag my mud through the mud |
| I ain’t lookin' for him, but wherever I see him, he gon' die in that |
| If I run into his ass on 59 and Westpark |
| Then 59 and Westpark is where he can be found at, ayy |
| Fuck is that, a handbag, homie? |
| I’ll carry all my shit, it ain’t a handbag on me |
| Big dick, big pistol, man swag on me |
| Ain’t no fingernail polish, that ain’t man swag, homie |
| So let them busters know it’s on for life |
| And let the real niggas ride tonight (Haha) |
| drowsy, I be hittin' high notes |
| But I will really murder, you can catch the strap tomorrow |
| You can’t see it, but it be with me wherever I go |
| They wait for me to come out the back, but I took the side door |
| Sometimes I forget I’m a rapper, I’m out my mind, ho |
| So stop playin' with me 'cause somebody might really die, bro (R.I.P.) |
| Homicide ain’t somethin' I’m tryna be doin' time for |
| My celly be rappin' for me, for what? I’m not gon' sign, bro |
| They go to breakfast and lunch, I’ma be layin' down though |
| Locker full of free world, ain’t standin' in no line, ho |
| A lot of people hate me, look, it is what it is |
| They was laughin' like my bag would never get big, but it did |
| And if I ever put a hit on you, it did what it did |
| I’m just sayin', I never been the one to play with, bitch |
| Lay some bread on me, I ain’t the one to lay with, bitch |
| They hustle every now and then, I’m every day with this shit |
| Opps watchin', but, basically, stay out my way with this shit |
| They know better than to fuck with Joseph McVey with this shit |
| I’m pressed |
| Bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga, what? |
| B-B-Bang like a Crip or Blood, Crip or Blood (Niggas can’t see me) |
| My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga, what? |
| It ain’t nothin' but a party when we thug (Niggas can’t see me) |
| My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga, what? |
| B-B-Bang like a Crip or Blood, Crip or Blood (Hold me, it ain’t easy) |
| My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga, what? |
| It ain’t nothin' but a party when we thug, when we thug, when we thug |