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• Artiste: RJmrLA
• Titre: No Pressure
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Most these bitches be so fake (I'm 100, though) I'm  over shit I cannot change (100, bro) I  steal a whip, a old school on some hundred spokes Shit, I'm stealin' with the same ones I'd do a hundred for (I'd do a hundred, for) I feel no pressure with them (I feel no pressure) I  feel no pressure Shit,  I might be out pressing with them (Might be out pressin') But I feel no pressure I  might be out pressing my issue You don't feel no pressure, your shine ain't official I jumped out the womb, I was special Continued, proceeded to rule [?][0:37] Rude,  but I'm real, I know its a way to say the shit I know its a way to move on some player shit Tryna get a billion views off the main event Black Bentley, got shoes with no laces in Crash it, hop out, switch into a Carlo Press up on some chicken, make her shipment like it's cargo Most you bitches couldn't be a hundred with a blue note I'd rather have your bitch on all fours in my two door, what? Most these bitches be so fake (I'm 100, though) I'm over shit I cannot change (100, bro) I steal a whip, a old school on some hundred spokes Shit, I'm stealin' with the same ones I'd do a hundred for (I'd do a hundred, for) I feel no pressure with them (I feel no pressure) I feel no pressure Shit, I might be out pressing with them (Might be out pressin') But I feel no pressure No pressure, feel no pressure, my mind sterilized But I should leave these niggas stiff for coming with a pair of lies Poisonous prayer, I can't swallow pride, they got parasites 7-11 is how I picture a perfect paradise (Air it out) I'm sick and tired of this pressure (Gon' air it out) Police pop out like [?][1:31] tryna clear it out Said he want that smoke [?][1:33] Hotbox, air it out, shit [?][1:38] Beat the batter 'til it's swoll like it's pita roll Free the bros, stayed a hundred when they cheat and told Keep a pole, pressure, he done froze like a pizza roll Most these bitches be so fake (I'm 100, though) I'm over shit I cannot change (100, bro) I steal a whip, a old school on some hundred spokes Shit, I'm stealin' with the same ones I'd do a hundred for (I'd do a hundred, for) I feel no pressure with them (I feel no pressure) I feel no pressure Shit, I might be out pressing with them (Might be out pressin') But I feel no pressure