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pressure - rnb.foemob lyrics

this beat prod by [?]
i just iced out my t**th with them vvs’
had to go get the grip cause i’m reppin’ texas
i’m a face to face steppa’ don’t do no textin’
i’m a shoota’ no cupid don’t do no wrestlin’
she said “chill when i f*ck her” i’m to aggressive
know i’m all bout’ my green like a [?]
had to stay in the pin [?] my leverage
i like droppin’ that lean up in my beverage
like i’m kraft keep on mackin’ i’m bout’ my cheese
only thing make me [?] is ***** seen
imma’ dress as a rat for this halloween
told her that ain’t my kid like she billie jean
f*ck her once then i’m passin’ her to the team
18 but my t**th and my wrist on bling
p*ssy balder this pressure like [?]
punchin’ d*ck in her guts then hit her spleen

road runner sh*t on the road wit’ them loc’s back n’ forth on our team goin pound for pound
we both off a perc and a lil’ bit of liquor we f*ckin’ for hours go round for round
f*ck on a hoe without ever had kissin’ her promise we never been mouth to mouth
save a horse ride a cowboy lil’ b*tch come and bounce on it f*ck it up and imma’ knock you down
ain’t graduate like f*ck a cap and gown
to steppin’ on sh*t like the cap was out
i’m sn*tchin’ b*tches when i hit the town
better pay attention when i’m speakin’ now
pop a couple yercy’s now i’m itchin’ wow
i’m a dog so i hit it in doggy style
in the car gettin’ top windows foggy now
he was flexin’ to hard in his pockets now
beat the dope what the f*ck betty crocker style
i get low on that boy like a crocodile
but this just how it go when you rock the water
boy this just how it go when you rock the wild
i turn up on the boy and i f*ck his momma
i turn up on that old head and f*ck his daughter
ap’ on me lookin seated proper with them vvs’ on my t**th like water
this beat prod by [?]
i just iced out my t**th with them vvs’
had to go get the grip cause i’m reppin’ texas
i’m a face to face steppa’ don’t do no textin’
i’m a shoota’ no cupid don’t do no wrestlin’
she said “chill when i f*ck her” i’m to aggressive
know i’m all bout’ my green like a [?]
had to stay in the pin [?] my leverage
i like droppin’ that lean up in my beverage
like i’m kraft keep on mackin’ i’m bout’ my cheese
only thing make me [?] is ***** seen
imma’ dress as a rat for this halloween
told her that ain’t my kid like she billie jean
f*ck her once then i’m passin’ her to the team
18 but my t**th and my wrist on bling
p*ssy balder this pressure like [?]
punchin’ d*ck in her guts then hit her spleen

- rnb foemob lyrics

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