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Retro Galaxxy - Pressure (feat. Koolazz) Lyrics
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Twenty four hour
Twenty four hour day
Plenty hoes round the way
Scheming for every pay
Jumping on every play
They plotting watching how a nigga moving
Yeah these bitches they be choosing
Twenty four hour day
I ain't got time to play
Cause I stay out the way
Keep from rats and snakes
They be plotting watching how a nigga moving
Steady hating cause they losing
Retro
What we apply
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What we apply
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What we apply
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What we apply
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Oh yeah yes sir
Yeah your kicks fly but my shit fresher
My bitch pressure
Thank the lord blessed her
I'm quick to undress her
Cause I love that pussy texture
Bitch I'm on your ass
Heavy on the gas
Skirt skirt to the bag
Money first feelings last
Bright lights ain't no dimmer
Cook high ain't on simmer
Success is for dinner
If I lose ain't no winner
Pressure
Pressure
Yo clique is little bits and my clique extra
Making maf*ckas sweat cause you a muthaf*ckin threat
Leaving suicide notes cause they know you and I both
What we apply
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Pressure
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Pressure
What we apply
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Slid up on the record
You know I'm smoking pressure
Got no time man for wasting these are valuable seconds
That's that nineties flow
So you know I'm coming reckless
Snatching gold necklace shit bout to get hectic
Got me feeling like the freshest
Ice shining crazy man you better not play me
After cash money like I'm slim man and baby
The motto man is always f*ck you pay me
Gone and act stupid beat yo ass just like da baby
Might just f*ck ya girl got me on top of the world
Man yeah a principal I'm standing on my word
Became a rose through a seed
And to make a diamond you gone always need
Pressure
Pressure
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Pressure
What we apply
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What we apply
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What we apply
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Twenty four hour
Twenty four hour day
Plenty hoes round the way
Scheming for every pay
Jumping on every play
They plotting watching how a nigga moving
Yeah these bitches they be choosing
Twenty four hour day
I ain't got time to play
Cause I stay out the way
Keep from rats and snakes
They be plotting watching how a nigga moving
Steady hating cause they losing
Retro
What we apply
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
What we apply
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
What we apply
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
What we apply
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
What we apply
Pressure
Oh yeah yes sir
Yeah your kicks fly but my shit fresher
My bitch pressure
Thank the lord blessed her
I'm quick to undress her
Cause I love that pussy texture
Bitch I'm on your ass
Heavy on the gas
Skirt skirt to the bag
Money first feelings last
Bright lights ain't no dimmer
Cook high ain't on simmer
Success is for dinner
If I lose ain't no winner
Pressure
Pressure
Yo clique is little bits and my clique extra
Making maf*ckas sweat cause you a muthaf*ckin threat
Leaving suicide notes cause they know you and I both
What we apply
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
What we apply
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
What we apply
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
What we apply
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Slid up on the record
You know I'm smoking pressure
Got no time man for wasting these are valuable seconds
That's that nineties flow
So you know I'm coming reckless
Snatching gold necklace shit bout to get hectic
Got me feeling like the freshest
Ice shining crazy man you better not play me
After cash money like I'm slim man and baby
The motto man is always f*ck you pay me
Gone and act stupid beat yo ass just like da baby
Might just f*ck ya girl got me on top of the world
Man yeah a principal I'm standing on my word
Became a rose through a seed
And to make a diamond you gone always need
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
What we apply
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
What we apply
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
What we apply
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Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
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Writer: CHAD JORDAN ANTHONY EDWARDS, CHRISTOPHER CROWHURST, JACOB ANDERSON
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music, Songtrust Ave


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