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letra de pressure applied - daboii

i understand that this yo’ b-tch bro, i just take her down
i don’t give her no affection, i don’t take her out
and what i’m smokin’ over here bro, this jamaican loud
my granny lookin’ down on me, i hope i make her proud
on the road finna go make me a play or two
y’all only talk to god when you in need, boy he ain’t savin’ you
talkin’ crazy we know you ain’t stupid, boy how brave are you?
you ain’t really proud of my success, i see the hate in you
this .45 will turn that sweat suit to a daisy duke
claimin’ gang but pullin’ out a skit, then the shame on you
you the type a n-gg- tell it all, when the blame on you
keiro got that steel, you run up trippin’ you gon’ break the news
baby i’ma feed you all these lies ’cause you gon’ hate the truth
stay up in yo’ place b-tch if you don’t then i’m replacin’ you
why all these broke n-gg-s want beef? they can’t pay for food
would pray for myself but wit’ this glock, think i’m gon’ pray for you
you ain’t tryna cheat? ain’t tryna win, i ain’t playin’ rules
uh uh you ain’t marchin’ wit’ this army you a april fool
that n-gg- say he want me dead then tell ’em make a move
and i’ll take a n-gg- life for tryna take a jewel
d-mn b-tch you got h-lla -ss
naw b-tch i don’t wanna hit that kitty, get to sellin’ that
goin’ through some thangs, fightin’ demons, been through h-ll and back
he talkin’ through his neck ’til this gleeky put a sh-ll in that
pockets empty, boy you grown as f-ck, you need some help wit’ that?
pootie tang, when my b-tch actin’ up i put the belt to that
they savin’ for the glock, me and the gang be causin’ h-ll wit’ that
want the truth? then you gon’ have to k!ll me, i ain’t tellin’ that
everybody strapped but who gon’ bust it when it’s time?
life keep givin’ lemons, f-ck it we make lemon lime
n-gg-s ain’t real wit’ they self they livin’ lies
tryna live the life i live, i know plenty that done died
could turn a penny into five, can stack ten up in a day
this whip suspicious, bro gon’ air it out we switch another lane
and just for birthin’ you, i spit up in yo’ mother face
ain’t second guessin’ on that trigger ’cause my mind already made
b-tch you already fake, how could you tell me not to be?
every time i grab my jacket yo’ b-tch tell me not to leave
what’s between us, stay between us, she gon’ promise not to speak
tryna run them hands wit’ me and he ain’t even got no reach
everybody sayin’, “f-ck suckas” they ain’t even got no beef
i won’t do no drive by, i bounce out and i’m on feet
n-gg-s sayin’ they on sheik, you on him, you on me
everything i bought i own, i don’t know nothin’ ’bout no lease
remember havin’ clothes on layaway at dee dee’s discount
remember being a n-body, these hoes want flicks now
raise your tone of voice then them gleeky’s we whip out
talk sh-t when i’m not around, pull up show what that sh-t ’bout
and i’ll rip yo’ favorite rapper like my homework
and this about who really down for you, not who you know first
my b-tch in her feelin’s always ask why i don’t post her
i got pain up in my body, laugh it off like that sh-t don’t hurt
i been botherin’ h-lla folks wit’ these rifles and glocks
don’t hide from the ops, play smart we just hide from the cops
and i be heavy of that dope, but i’m tryna stop
they ask about pressure, mention us, we applyin’ a lot
b-tch

- daboii

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