Pressed
Honey C, Tyga
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Why you bitches so pressed for? Open up the gate all I do is press four Got you pissed off ballin' up your fist for Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang) It's the hooligan nigga Eat these rappers up You just food to me nigga Rap don't work, I'm a wolverine Nigga's honey make you desert Wash it down with some liquor Li-lit up, the pill make a bitch turn flipper You so um, all on the bottom of my zipper I Nick trip, got the Cannon on me like Mariah Pinocchio rappers man, all I see is liars Rough riders, gang niggas, kush buyers Get smashed, Halloween, Mike Myers My religion, plenty women no choirs They call me the royal penis, their highness For when they give it up, pour it up Leave it wit' us eatin' my dust You bustas dusty still on the bus Truly quick, pick her up or you ain't bad You ain't nothing All my niggas eatin' like the last supper Nigga why you bitches so pressed for? Open up the gate, all I do is press four Got you pissed off ballin' up your fist for Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang) Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang) Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang) Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang) Why these bitches so pressed for? Why these bitches so pressed for? Wh-why you bitches so pressed for? Why these bitches so pressed for? Don't make me pull out my pistol Don't make me pull out my pistol T-Dot that seaside my bitch is official Get rich or take it cause that is the ritual This bitch was talkin' I had to turn visual I don't like to lose it's bad habit's All my bitches loyal and true and all fashion My niggas holdin' the juice They all strappin' sleepin' on me Hatin me dude I'm straight gassin' Everything I'm in is luxury Them other hoes know they can't f*ck wit' me Bitch look me in the face When you stunt on me Better ask a weak ho try to front on me Ha ha, now tell me where that bitch at That bitch ass all this good food I'm surprised I ain't get fat Wake up then 'urn up then Turn up the shit fast I'm coming through with that pistol You better get back, bitch! If we get rowdy, all my niggas solve it Why you bitches so pressed for Don't make me pull out my pistol If we got a problem, all my niggas solve it Why you bitches so pressed for? Don't make me pull out my pistol Damn! Hop up in my lap, get high Pistol grip pump from my lap at all times (times) Lap at all times, La-Lap at all times Now it's no more drama It's that Mary J Blige Yeah, I'm too high, chinky eyed Cherry Vans, sweet red, red vine Closed blinds, nigga you gets no shine It's my party nigga I ain't standin' in line!
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Written by: DOMINIC WYNN WOODS, MICHAEL STEVENSON, SOCHITTA SAL
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