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Pressure (freestyle) - Matti baybee Lyrics

By: Admin | Artist: M matti baybee | Published: 2024-24-09T19:34:38:00+07:00

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her n*gga cold, i need me a sweater
she tried to f*ck me as soon as i met her
sh*t’ll get worse before it get better
this sh*t a curse, i dance with the devil
i’m with my dawg, i feel like cruella
she say i’m raw, i been there forever
i be getting bigger and bigger and better
she knew i was that n*gga ‘fore i met her
[?] whatever
know some lil trappers thеy’ll serve you whatevеr
that n*gga talkin’ he f*cking rosetta
and i pop percocets, know how i’m settling
these b*tches question me like i’m a felon
these n*ggas testing me like i’m a felon
bro got the hammer, he ready to nail ‘em
catch him in traffic, we ready to trail ‘em (oh)

foenem get booked we be ready to bail ‘em
n*ggas short me i be ready to scale ‘em
n*ggas play foenem and be ready to k!ll ‘em
n*ggas be talking and don’t know what i’m feeling
n*ggas be b*tches, be all in they feelings
feel like lil wayne, b*tch, i ain’t got no ceilings
n*ggas be fake and can’t even compare ‘em
bro got that draco, that soulja boy tell’em
n*gga better watch how you talk, better watch how you walk, better watch how you step right a steppa
and i ain’t never had a job, b*tch i’m a boss, these n*ggas tryna toss all these papers
f*ck that lil b*tch like a thot, then i cut her off, ‘cause i give a f*ck if i kept her
and we got a whole lotta shots, and we let ‘em off, n*gga ever thinking it’s pressure

n*gga, don’t play boy, you know we know better
we throwing up b’s and we throwing up letters
play with that p*ssy, no cheating i pass her
i pop me a piece and i’m feeling like melly
she wanna fly to a n*gga i jetted but she [?]
i told my b*tch that i loved her forever i ain’t never gon’ quit i ain’t never gon’ settle
and my lil b*tch do too much, she be extra
and i was poppin’ and swerving them teslas
and i know i’ll just trip, i’m like ella
macing that n*gga that have that margiela
said that she liked me, she think that i’m charming, but that lil b*tch, she don’t know cinderella
he got a pistol but we’ll disarm him, foenem will do that lil sh*t with the pleasure

n*ggas be talking about how he fell off, but let’s talk about how he came back and he was better
f*ck that lil hoe at the spot, then i dropped her off, i don’t even think that i felt it
f*ck that lil b*tch at the spot, then i dropped her back off, n*gga i don’t even remember i met her
she steady calling my phone, saying i’m leading her on, but man, i don’t even know why i let her
walk in the bank, say “what’s up” to the teller
watch how he act, man these n*ggas be jealous
these n*ggas real if you letting them tell it
codeine in my belly, cup dirty like nelly
popping them bottles like i have me a celly, i got murder on my mind, boy, i’m thinking like melly
n*gga don’t sleep on me, boy that sh*ts deadly
i’m popping your drinks and i’m coming like freddy
coming like freddy, i’m masked up like jason, my uncle a mason, my b*tch ain’t no basic
and my lil n*gga, he slimy and snakey
he see what he want, and he f*cking he take it
he fighting his demons, he boxing with satan
my lil n*gga brazy, he put it on david
i know some n*ggas might look at me brazy and try to play crazy, they thinking i made it
dope in the trap every day but as far as i know, i don’t think that sh*t ever got raided
when it come down to my n*ggas, i’m like kobe bryant, ‘cause i don’t think he ever got traded
n*ggas be talking that sh*t and have my shorty come line ‘em up, like he ain’t ever got faded
i got n*ggas acting like i ain’t been doing this sh*t, acting like i ain’t the greatest
dropped out of school and my paper 4th graded
i already knew that these n*ggas, i hated
f*cked that lil b*tch and she thought that we dated
police had got behind of me and i skated
feel like i’m wheezy, i’m sorry you waited
you ain’t tryna wait ‘cause [?]
tried all that codeine, i missed what i tasted
run all that money, you know how i chased it
her n*gga cold, i need me a sweater
she tried to f*ck me as soon as i met her
sh*t’ll get worse before it get better
this sh*t a curse, i dance with the devil
i’m with my dawg, i feel like cruella
she say i’m raw, i been there forever
i be getting bigger and bigger and better
she knew i was that n*gga ‘fore i met her
[?] whatever
know some lil trappers they’ll serve you whatever
that n*gga talkin’ he f*cking rosetta
and i pop percocets, know how i’m settling
these b*tches question me like i’m a felon
these n*ggas testing me like i’m a felon
bro got the hammer, he ready to nail ‘em
catch him in traffic, we ready to trail ‘em
foenem get booked we be ready to bail ‘em
n*ggas short me i be ready to scale ‘em
n*ggas play foenem and be ready to k!ll ‘em
n*ggas be talking and don’t know what i’m feeling
n*ggas be b*tches, be all in they feelings
feel like lil wayne, b*tch, i ain’t got no ceilings
n*ggas be fake and can’t even compare ‘em
bro got that draco, that soulja boy tell’em

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