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letra de organized pressure - starringo

[intro]
turn me up
ringo for president
bouff stop playing with em
aye, tray one eight
ooh, yeah, tray one eight
ooh, yeah, we don’t play
let me stop playing with em
look, aye

[chorus]
organized pressure i just brought it back
in the party rolling, like i threw one back
turnt up to the max, turnt up to the max
if you got fire, i got smoke, we can match
i know they watching, when they knocking check the peep hole
when i drop it, they gon’ watch it just like vevo
get the actin’ then we snappin’ like some b roll
blat, blat, blat, blat, blat, they i reload

[verse 1]
i know that they being messy, they don’t get replies
hit my knees and say a prayer, you know i talk to god
mamma told me when they talkin’, look em in they eyes
that’s how you can tell who being fake and tellin’ lies
you know we be turnt up, me and pat up in that scat pack
when we pull up, they know it’s up, they pullin’ out they snapchat
what you doing, i did that, not c-cky but i been that
throwing shots on instagram, tell him why he send that?
for real
they say that lil ringo sick, ‘bout to run a blitz
told em on my last song, “i ain’t go no picks”
pull up with a stick, ooh, better let it hit
cause pulling up and pump faking, that’s a higher risk
and i’m still on child support
playing in them srt’s, like it was a sport
it’s already fast, i still drive that thing in sport
i didn’t go to college but got knowledge like a dork
they think that i’m muslim when i said i don’t eat pork
she gon’ hit the party just to pop it like a cork
decent with my hands don’t think i’m not because i’m short
i been jumped up off it you still playin’ on the porch
they know that i’m ballin’ i ain’t talkin’ on no court, aye
i just lost two pair of j’s, i can’t make this up, aye
long as i can hit the stage, i can make it up, aye
i just had a meeting, turnin’ minus into plus, aye
you ain’t got no time to speak if you ain’t adding up, aye
remember being younger with my mamma on the bus, aye
just for that i’m boutta put her in a bentley truck, aye
swerving lane to lane ain’t got no time for no l-st, aye
talk ‘bout taking some make quan, put you in the dust, aye
he back home from germany, you know we going up, aye
i be scare to talk to god cuz i be cuttin’ up, aye
i be cuttin’ up, aye
i be cuttin’, i be cuttin’, i be cuttin’ up, aye, aye

- starringo

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