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letra de pressure - lil shine

[intro: lil shine]
all i smoke is pressure in this ho
b-tch (swi-swishrr beats)

[chorus: lil shine]
yeah, all i smoke is pressure in this ho (b-tch), we smoke by the o, yeah
fifteen for the boat, huh, we smokin’ on loads
i hit loads up for the juice, smokin’ ‘woods, i’m in the booth
i spilled codeine on my suit, i rock purples, i rock troops
all my ex’s, they mad as f-ck, all this cup that’s in my blunt
i’m too high, smokin’ on runtz
you pass me the ball, i punt
i sip wockhardt, b-tch, for lunch (b-tch)
in my cup, that’s sunday brunch
these pink ten take by the bunch
you down bad, smokin’ off fronts
i’m bad, bro, i can not front
hit this backwoods, smell like skunk
i can’t lie, keep it a buck
i ain’t had sh-t, but now i’m up

[verse: osamason]
i ain’t had sh-t, but now i’m up, yeah-yeah
rick-rick, keep f-ckin’ sh-t up
slime that sh-t, don’t give a f-ck
slime-slime just put him in a rolls royce truck
b-tch love the flex, now the hoes wanna f-ck
red in my cup, beep-beep, yeah-yeah
my b-tch want her new givenchy (bee)
send shots, now your shootin’ lookin’ six feet
my bb, pullin’ bentley
you-you can try to kick it, but a n-gga not friendly
f-ckin’ up the streets, yeah, f-ckin’ up the hemi
better watch your back, i got big slime with me
poppin’ another perc’, just give me five minutes
b-tch don’t wanna f-ck, send that sh-t back home
spend a couple bucks ’cause i miss my n-ggas
free my shooters, hop out, yeah, wake up (pfft)
spend that sh-t, huh, yeah, yeah, lil’ o got ripped
rick owens jeans with a glock on my hip
i gotta pay my slime for the k!ll
they gon’ slide for me, yeah, i’m too slime (yeah), too slime
p-ssy, my bank go deep, yeah
flex all the time, flex all the time
[chorus: lil shine]
yeah, all i smoke is pressure in this ho (b-tch), we smoke by the o, yeah
fifteen for the boat, huh, we smokin’ on loads
i hit loads up for the juice, smokin’ ‘woods, i’m in the booth
i spilled codeine on my suit, i rock purples, i rock troops
all my ex’s, they mad as f-ck, all this cup that’s in my blunt
i’m too high, smokin’ on runtz
you pass me the ball, i punt
i sip wockhardt, b-tch, for lunch (b-tch)
in my cup, that’s sunday brunch
these pink ten take by the bunch
you down bad, smokin’ off fronts
i’m bad, bro, i can not front
hit this backwoods, smell like skunk
i can’t lie, keep it a buck
i ain’t had sh-t, but now i’m up

- lil shine

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