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Yea we see you bust a bottle at your little table stuntin' And we comin' by the bar get the fucking up your frontin' Pressure on 'em We puttin' pressure on 'em We puttin' pressure on 'em We puttin' pressure on 'em Okay we see you in your Phantom actin' cocky with your misses Yea you ballin' till you see us pullup and none of them bitches puttin' Pressure on 'em We puttin' pressure on 'em We puttin' pressure on 'em We puttin' pressure on 'em When we do this shit now tell me why is you competing When I be that type of nigga that get money when I'm sleeping And when I'm farting and shittin' I cop contries on the weekend So ambitious my accoundents cop continents when I'm eating for me Bussa Buss the most dominant, start retreating Beat the street up, shit be sounding remarkable When I'm speaking homie Huge rechargable batteries, bitch I'm tweaking, only Short circuit electric chair bolteses every feature Coly *HIIIH* Like I'm short for breath drowning in money rushes Fuck a blunt bitch I'm inhaling muffales(?) and smoke from busses I defend my money like soldiers I come to punish Defence mechanism from infections, the way that BUSS IS Ain't no fucking around, I'm frontin, Get it? As for getting this bread Im like vomit so disgusting with it Here's my other alias, don't forget it, call me Snow-blower Blowing this bread like its nothing with it Yea we see you bust a bottle at your little table stuntin' And we comin' by the bar get the fucking up your frontin' Pressure on 'em We puttin' pressure on 'em We puttin' pressure on 'em We puttin' pressure on 'em Okay we see you in your Phantom actin' cocky with your misses Yea you ballin' till you see us pullup and none of them bitches puttin' Pressure on 'em We puttin' pressure on 'em We puttin' pressure on 'em We puttin' pressure on 'em Okay, Weezy F Baby man I gotta put the pressure on 'em Young Money the special team, we so Devin Hester on 'em Right up on your girls lips, got my dick resting on 'em Soon as they woke up, it came and left it on 'em Swag with no effort on em, quicker than a leopard on 'em If he got beef watch me sprinkle salt and pepper on 'em No Spinderella just plenty metal for any fellow Semi settle everything for me and everything for me Smoking on that G13 and everything funny Specially y'all bitchass niggas, kiss-ass niggas Blood gang 6 flags niggas, no rollercoaster Real shit we hold the bread the hoes hold the toasters Young Casanova, I bend their asses over She say my dick stronger than a sixpack of Cola Man Im so fly I got arachnophobia Pressure bust pipes, but Weezy bust twice Hahaha Yea we see you bust a bottle at your little table stuntin' And we comin' by the bar get the fucking up your frontin' Pressure on 'em We puttin' pressure on 'em We puttin' pressure on 'em We puttin' pressure on 'em Okay we see you in your Phantom actin' cocky with your misses Yea you ballin' till you see us pullup and none of them bitches puttin' Pressure on 'em We puttin' pressure on 'em We puttin' pressure on 'em We puttin' pressure on 'em
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