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lirik lagu under pressure – zotiyac

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[chorus]
leave a n*gga where we catch ’em
dum*dum bullets that bleed ’em when we stretch ’em
f*ck a b*tch i don’t need her i need extras
these n*ggas ain’t homies, i ain’t stupid i know better
i’m like r.i.p kobe b*tch, i’m shooting under pressure
this choppa f*ck a n*gga life up
run a pop down in them 97s f*ck my nikes up
he ain’t going lurking, he cold turkey put that mic up
b*tch i ain’t pop no percy if its dirty it’s in my cup
[verse]
givenchy’s ran me 500, the gucci’s 6 n*gga
and we ain’t say a word, we breaking bone with these sticks n*gga
adam san* let it cl!ck n*gga
my dog on a adventure with that boy call ’em rick n*gga
i don’t f*ck with b*tches they be sneaky, i don’t trust a hoe
the b*tch think she on fleek until she meet i’ma bust the hoe
a kidney for these sneakers b*tch
don’t make me kick you out the door b*tch
i got the hammer ain’t no arcade i’ma wack some mo
you ain’t never seen n0body die you only said it n*gga
speaking on that body you ain’t drop, don’t get no credit n*gga
that p*ssy ain’t the answer boy, these b*tches just be testing n*ggas
she in the kitchen cooking, but i ain’t ‘finna eat no breakfast with her

[chorus]
leave a n*gga where we catch ’em
dum*dum bullets that bleed ’em when we stretch ’em
f*ck a b*tch i don’t need her i need extras
these n*ggas ain’t homies, i ain’t stupid i know better
i’m like r.i.p kobe b*tch, i’m shooting under pressure
this choppa f*ck a n*gga life up
run a pop down in them 97s f*ck my nikes up
he ain’t going lurking, he cold turkey put that mic up
b*tch i ain’t pop no percy if its dirty it’s in my cup
[verse 2]
i be running off with n*ggas pack
you pocket watching n*ggas stacks
you really think i’m buying plays then check up on a n*gga stats
i’m really tryna get the face, these b*tches think i want some ass
i ain’t gucci, i don’t think i love you b*tch i want some cash

[chorus]
leave a n*gga where we catch ’em
dum*dum bullets that bleed ’em when we stretch ’em
f*ck a b*tch i don’t need her i need extras
these n*ggas ain’t homies, i ain’t stupid i know better
i’m like r.i.p kobe b*tch, i’m shooting under pressure
this choppa f*ck a n*gga life up
run a pop down in them 97s f*ck my nikes up
he ain’t going lurking, he cold turkey put that mic up
b*tch i ain’t pop no percy if its dirty it’s in my cup

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