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letra de pressure kutt - wespalmrich

[intro]
(good lookin’, dnell)
(d-mn, tye, you made this b-tch too? the f-ck got into you?)

[verse 1: wespalmrich]
hit a n-gga with a hundred dollar eighter
like get the f-ck up off my line, ain’t ’bout the paper
what’s the issue? catchin’ mag, this the fader
i’m ’bout that deep, got on my feet, i’m ballin’, this the lakers

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
if i ain’t motivate n-ggas, i motivate my n-ggas
brodie keep a stick, he was ridin’ on probation with it
mob ties, if i get smoked, one of my babies did it
cannon i got flashin’ in your face ain’t used for takin’ pictures

[verse 3: toodxpe]
problem never scared to the head, i’ma face it, n-gga
’bout to load the basics, i ain’t never been a basic n-gga
did a song with rio, d-mn, i’m tryna get a placement with it
made it out the dungeon, me and dope was in the bas-m-nt with it

[chorus: wespalmrich]
stack it up, flip it, gettin’ rich make ’em jealous
with your b-tch blowin’ exotics, what you sip? ’cause this ain’t regular
yung og can never bang a rats to get cheddar up
you ain’t got a fifty strip to blow, then what you sayin’ just don’t register
my kids’ bl–dy red, fours of red get dropped in 7-ups
diamond in the rough, b-tch, i’m pressure cut, who pressin’ what?
huh, got a hundred tucked
ain’t show ’em nothin’, make yourself an opp, evaporate you, i’m gon’ press the b-tton
[verse 4: rio da yung og]
i can’t complain about sh-t, i made it out the slums
i probably caught a body if you see me breakin’ down my gun
b-tch, you gon’ end up homeless, keep layin’ down with bums
i could never be lonely at night, i’m layin’ down [?]
designers for the low, i just linked up with wespalmrich
it gotta be some money on the floor, my left palm itch
she seen me count a sleeve, then called me broke, ain’t that ’bout a b-tch?
i’ll never cross one of my n-ggas, ‘specially ’bout a b-tch

[verse 5]
rollin’ bada boom, bada bam, it make your body dip
i could tell scottie beat me up ’cause i’m out of head
b-tch, i’m ballin’, blowin’ berry, this some honey buns
baby got that sticky, i’ll get in them honey buns, hey, sh-t
d-mn, i be high as h-ll
i just bought a ten-piece, b-tch, i’m fried as well
bumped into a boogie b-tch, she was fine as h-ll
with a couple young thuggers, i’m on ysl

[verse 6: rio da yung og]
before i touched the microphone, i used to buy and sell
i cooked it in the microwave, the stove get hot as h-ll
just hit an opp in his top, i got a glock for sale
i’ll sit here and cook it in your face like tye and dnell
i’m a real ghetto boy, i got my shoes off
remember back when quanny caught dog and roped that school off
[verse 7]
i ain’t talkin’ hundreds, i say bro gon’ get these blues off
rio hit a n-gga with that beam, now he rudolph
all about the paper, comin’ with an extra extra ho
n-gga, ain’t no love up in this b-tch, it ain’t no x and o’s
i’ma let the money talk, i’m mr. bring the extras home
n-gga, we still stay up in that yard like bring an extra gnome

- wespalmrich

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