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Lil Wayne

"Pressure"

[Hook]
Yeah we see you bust a bottle at your little table stunting
And we coming by the bar get the f*cking up your fronting
Pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
Okay we see you in your Phantom acting c*cky with your misses
Yea you balling till you see us pull up in nine of them b*tches putting
Pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
When we do this sh*t now tell me why is you competing
When I be that type of n*gga that get money when I'm sleeping
And when I'm farting and sh*tting 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, sh*t be sounding remarkable
When I'm speaking homie
Huge rechargable batteries, b*tch I'm tweaking, only
Short circuit electric chair bolteses every feature Coly
*HIIIH* Like I'm short for breath drowning in money rushes
f*ck a blunt b*tch I'm inhaling muffles and smoke from buses
I defend my money like soldiers I come to punish
Defence mechanism from infections, the way that BUSS IS
Ain't no f*cking around, I'm fronting, Get it?
As for getting this bread I'm 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

[Hook]
Yeah we see you bust a bottle at your little table stunting
And we coming by the bar get the f*cking up your fronting
Pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
Okay we see you in your Phantom acting c*cky with your misses
Yea you balling till you see us pull up in nine of them b*tches putting
Pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
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 di*k 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 b*tchass n*ggas, kiss-ass n*ggas
Blood gang 6 flags n*ggas, no rollercoaster
Real sh*t we hold the bread the hoes hold the toasters
Young Casanova, I bend their asses over
She say my di*k stronger than a sixpack of Cola
Man Im so fly I got arachnophobia
Pressure bust pipes, but Weezy bust twice
Hahaha

[Hook]
Yeah we see you bust a bottle at your little table stunting
And we coming by the bar get the f*cking up your fronting
Pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
Okay we see you in your Phantom acting c*cky with your misses
Yea you balling till you see us pull up in nine of them b*tches putting
Pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em

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