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letra de pressure - ice city boys

[verse 1: fatz]
if it’s on, then it’s on
n-ggas getting shot from the sun set
i’m with my g’s when i go and make a one step
cos man’s gully like mavado on the river banks
so you n-ggas better run when i make it bang
fully on crud, no half-stepping
and i got my own ting, not my darg’s weapon
and n-ggas know if i ain’t got the chrome
i be stabbing n-ggas up ’til i see the bone
fam, we had everything c-cked back
violate my bro, had to show him that’s its not that
so when i touch base, something’s getting cooked
i walk through n-gga’s ends and they don’t even look
rob n-ggas, leave them there blindfolded
and man be trapping ot with, like, 5 phones
and differently, all i gotta do is wink
and my young bucks are shooting out your tints

[verse 2: j styles]
yo, you taking molly, sipping lean
you n-ggas lost parde
smoking on bobs, that ain’t bob marley
it’s a lot parde
i’m bout gwop, gwop, gwop, dargie
tt selling, remix on rock charlie
granny’s prayers always blessed me
and n-ggas sending shots, but couldn’t get me
now i’m rolling with a pepsi
getting bursted, my heads hot and it teks me
and even if the odds ain’t with me, i woulda bet me
spin it round cah we bad
always got a bit of weight on me like flab
couple z’s in the ride, turn a z into nine
and like nines i always keep pebs by my side(angels)
a little punchline for the hood
a-okay for keyz, the cunch line’s doing good
i go hard and put my life on it
me, papi keyz
couldn’t put a price on it

[verse 3: streetz]

search who? suck yuh mudda, bad man nuh tek feel up
feds lost the kid, they couldn’t keep up
dolce when me step, p-ssy ‘ole
i could beef with my feet up
on hand pon mi waist as i beat it, teapot
in the ends, depart from friends when i reload
i can see it in his eyes, he lies, he’s a weako
there ain’t no sympathy, the referee be sending corn back
mums old skool yardie, she seh yuh wan trap den gwarn trap
i’m on leave, so i can’t lack
feds on the kid, i’m paro, think the car’s tapped
i’ma bomber, when i jack it in a trench, that’s a large mac
what do you expect? mummy’s in debt, i’m bringing marge back
we all fam and squad, but it’s royal rumble
paid in full you n-ggas served watch alpo crumble
girls say they got no patience for a trapper
oh please, for the p i’ll leave the bae like j-per

[verse 5: toxic]

trap yard looking like a forest better holla man
i was 16 moving packs out to hollowman
sh-t ain’t changed, i’m out here, i don’t relocate
loyalty; i don’t feed no snakes
i hit a belly with a 4, man 8
my bruddas know i love em, man, your beef is my beef same way
look, i’m still breaking them packs down
rely upon myself, i ain’t looking for handout
i’m 5 bricks deep, 30 racks for a mad round
tryna rob me, you’re gonna hear how that nine sounds
5 figure n-gga, mum’s life i used to smile over 9 pound hopping out audi, n-ggas better know my style
my whip’s foreign, sticks foreign, my bricks holland
these n-ggas hating on us cause we been popping
times flying, all my n-ggas caught in the trap
it’s kinda hard to do this music when your juggling packs

[outro: nines]
ice city going platinum baby
shouts to my n-gga big keyz
free the f-cking team
one foot out coming real soon

- ice city boys

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