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lirik lagu pressure point – killkurt

[verse 1]
fly by in horses
918 porches
repertoire speaks for itself so check your sources
double r made him the subject of all discourses
they whisper their rhetorical’s, ‘boy isn’t he gorgeous?’ yeah
i tried to take a break from kicking doors in
but n*ggas overstated their senses of self*importance
i knock em off the pedestal they on to reinforce it
don’t group with them n*ggas selling souls for endors*m*nts nah
the charm on ebony, no estelle
gt3, carmine finish, watch it propel
she pull up rocking double c pearls and nothing else
and that “i know you’ve had a tough week” top was something else
blacked the body out, up’d the stealth
stainless with the extension inside the telf
it’s hard to duck the press and keep it lower than a jail pose
with j*panese designer from the head to the tailbone

[hook]
can i put this pressure on you?
(come put that pressure on me)
can i put this pressure on you?
(come put that pressure on me)
can i put that pressure on you?
(come put that pressure on me)
i wanna put this pressure on you?
(come put that pressure on me)
i said can i put this pressure on you?
(come put that pressure on me)
let me put this pressure on you?
(come put that pressure on me)
i wanna put this pressure on you?
(come put that pressure on me)
let me put this pressure
(come put the pressure)
[verse 2]
the diamond on the tip of the pendant on six below
them n*ggas tried leasing my flow and it got repoed
she slipped her panties off, said it’s something about my ethos
and how i pop the collar on vintage dior peacoats
she stepping on necks… in valentino’s
prada lingerie set with the coke mink on
zero to sixty in that motherf*cker, we gone
i been ahead of n*ggas, i’m talking beyond eons
i keep talking sh*t like my skin made of kevlar
their plots to knock me off my trajectory fell apart
them n*ggas steady running in place like pelotons
while i whip the big body through traffic like megatron
decepticons, watch how that top lift
they had their run at the top, but here’s the plot twist
was smooth sailing till somebody woke the loch ness
and now the only thing you n*ggas run is out of options

[hook]

[verse 3]
two toned drum, rick owen puffer
secret service suburban truck with the chrome bumpers
i learned to adapt to that pressure they fold under
so when i tell them my time’s coming i don’t stutter
n*ggas know what the time is, seen that esx
vivienne west the eyelids just to keep him fresh
televising it live via 3d lens
b*tch i bet you even the blind could probably see we next
while the opposition’ll pray for a day that i move sloppy
i blow a kiss to them and the mirror, i’m too c*cky
this hermes got hoes saying i’m too sn0bby
but when you look this good how the f*ck can you not be?
my foot glued to ignition, how the f*ck could you stop me?
how the f*ck would you knock me?
i don’t love no one not me
them n*ggas tried to count me out quick when i was lesser
so the only thing i got for them n*ggas now… pressure

- killkurt

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