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letra de no pressure - chubbz

[verse 1: chubbz]
i’m late off the top like a motherf-cking grip bar
rep out this b-tch to dust, more like you see far
you wonder why all you look like a sea star
relevant b-tch, never seeming out this parts
yah, yah, if i’m on the floor
then it’s either by money, might dozen your b-tch
it’s not gon’ be funny, my dogs k!ll a snitch
they says really sorry like dawgs got a ditch
and it’s to spit fire – how? dark
goons get the sprayer, loud, sharp
cause a riot, crowd, coward
so blazing mill, proud, power
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reporting this b-tch, no feds feel like utopia
stick by my side if i’m not just flocking ya
cars really singing, and it’s such a symphony
that you gon’ tell me that they really spoke to ya
yah, that’s cause a point to your head
you seeing thе chopper, your zoist in the fled
don’t p-ss mе off or your toys gon’ be dead
your b-tch is a pig, and she oiks in your bed
you’re talking sour, but really a swing like a patch kiss
cover chopper, yeah, these haters can catch it
chubbz makes increase, and the sk!lls, he can patch it
the cobbles outlook, yeah, you really can’t match this
we got the gas, b-tch
joker ran off in a mask, b-tch
get up and go get some cash, b-tch
get up and go touch some grass, b-tch
[verse 2: aerial ace]
oh, shut up, b-tch, come get you a taper
put ’em in the bc, rack out the razer
lab in the trap, stack up my paper
act babbles, i’m hitting your power to erase it
loop gang, all points shining like a laser
l’s on you, can’t slide ’em nick neighbors
just took one shot d-nk in the chamber
p-ssy n-ggas stick to your major
go ‘head flaunt your b-tch like i won’t take a piece
ebony afro, make ’em blackmail
on the cycle say, but headshotting round box
like a motherf-cking iphone saver
i’m nice in occasion
i spice, won’t find no favors, fly high to the cycle sayers
west side, you won’t find no flavors, i’m orange
if you done put here, i wouldn’t inform you

[verse 3: iamchriscraig]
no pressure, i’m tryna flip my dome
rock lee hurricane – kick my flow
i know they can’t get my soul
no man walk on the path or the road i go
bounce, i do my call
he wanna claim me an enemy, claim me a foe
make him feel pain in his bones
claim me got hard, but, lil’ homie, you’re mosey malone
all red fit, n-ggas gone on riot
if a n-gga think he chef, i’m watch a n-gga frying
crush up on the ones who said floor right beside me
if you got a issue, better come along and try it
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they can not match my attire
feeling like madara – how a n-gga spit the fire
feeling like royal to better call a n-gga saya
blade in my hand turn a man to charcuterie, all of these rays you be capping is new to me
teaching these n-ggas that i am the best, and they missing my class, might just walk out the true, and see
i got a homie who is a professor, he’ll teach you a lesson if you bring bafoonery
look at my wallet, and it’s super saiyan blue, still i’m dead in my grave, n-ggas stacking ’em truthfully, tell all these n-ggas to staying in loop for me

- chubbz

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