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letra de no pressure - popper gang

[verse 1: jesse turvey]
yo what the f-ck it’s already 4 in the morning
i’m bussin’ up the dope, i’m a touch down, zonin’
better gimme that potent, chillin’ my room and i’m mixin’ potions
i’m smokin’ harry pot until i drop, broken
don’t talk me unless spoken too
you’ll slur words with that broken tooth
not hoping too, i’m just hoping you
find hope in you, cause i don’t see sh-t
you’re a lost cause something like a war
people spend a lot money than they find out you’re a wh0r-
cause you the type of b-tch that like to trip and fall on d-ck
with car crash look to your face, you’re an accident
i’m practicin’ rappin’ sh-t, smack a b-tch, laughin’ fit
i don’t really give a f-ck if you’re havin’ this
i got a science b-tch i know she love experimenting
but i’m a k!ll the kid because i’m not fit for parenting
i’m f-ckin’ sh-t up, blown’ money like it’s weed
and my paypal account over flow and my computer freeze

[hook]
my mind is blank, there’s rhythm but no words
and theres too much f-ckin’ pressure in my brain that it hurts
i’m not saying anything for right now, no words
but it’s a perfect f-cking ending when you end up in a he-rs-

[verse 2: mr coathanger]
strollin’ through the atmosphere
i probably won’t be back this year
so high i can’t even steer
get ready cause the future’s near
and i’m the future here
i better be the future here
cause everybody’s scared of what comes next
stupid fears
see i don’t really care
a lot of people play unfair
underrated white kid rappin’
you don’t even know what happened
back up b-tch, you f-ckin’ average
want my b-tches from a pageant
that’s what the f-ck i imagine
i’m a motha f-ckin’ savage
eat you out and toss your salad
than you tell me i got talent
nah b-tch i’m f-ckin’ gallant
this the sh-t that i be foundin’
it’s not the sheep i’m counting
fall to sleep to beats i’m pounding
better move cause this beast arousing
better move cause the beast astounding
delicate etiquette but it’s evil sounding
better get ready for all the people around me
this the sequel, number two with more to do
we the sh-t i promise you
we k!llin’ sh-t like monsters do
i don’t really give a sh-t about a mother f-cker frontin’
i’m gunnin’ they runnin’, i’m a monster dude

[bridge]
yo this the lorne bridge
and i be on my h–rders sh-t
cause i’m saving my rhymes for the right time
i’m get a get a little bit cuckoo b-tch
no stupid sh-t, i’m ruthless b-tch
i don’t really give f-ck like boo hoo b-tch
you’re losin’ movement, losin’ shoes and
now you gonna get a little new improvement

tearin’ up everything that i’m touching
rappin’ like i’m double clutching
everybody lovin’ something
you ain’t gonna f-ck with nothing
now i know you huffin’ something
puffin’ like you up to something
high as f-ck on robitussin

[hook x2]
my mind is blank, there’s rhythm but no words
and theres too much f-ckin’ pressure in my brain that it hurts
i’m not saying anything for right now, no words
but it’s a perfect f-cking ending when you end up in a he-rs-

- popper gang

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