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Pressure
Drebae & Bodybangers & Lotus feat. Megan Thee Stallion
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Drebae
When I come through, it's pressure, got my foot up on they necks
Bitches think I work for Nike 'cause I'm all about my checks
You old news, antique, serve hella looks, call me Mystique
I come through and I drop jaws
My diamonds shine, no flaws
When I come through, it's pressure, got my foot up on they necks
Bitches think I work for Nike 'cause I'm all about my checks
You old news, antique, serve hella looks, call me Mystique
I come through and I drop jaws
My diamonds shine, no flaws
I look like heaven boo, bitch I give these niggas hell
My only friend is Benjamin, I need the CashApp or the Zelle
Like a Zoom call it's her face, body shape like vase
Drebae
When I come through, it's pressure, got my foot up on they necks
Bitches think I work for Nike 'cause I'm all about my checks
You old news, antique, serve hella looks, call me Mystique
I come through and I drop jaws
My diamonds shine
Pressure, pressure
La-la-la-la-li-da
Pressure, I got m-, it's pressure, I got m-
Pressure, pressure
La-la-la-la-li-da
Pressure, I got m-, it's pressure, I got m-
Murder everything, murder everything
They tried to act like they ain't know me, but they knew my name
Now everything I do, these bitches wanna do the same
These heffas copy me like Simon, they do what I say
I have yet to meet a challenge, I been chillin' in my palace
Sippin' Henny out a chalice, knocking bitches off they balance
I'm the one like I've been chosen, Tina Snow, neck frozen
Money long like califragilisticexpialidocious, uh
When I come through, it's pressure, got my foot up on they necks
Bitches think I work for Nike 'cause I'm all about my checks
You old news, antique, serve hella looks, call me Mystique
I come through and I drop jaws
My diamonds shine, no flaws
When I come through, it's pressure, got my foot up on they necks
Bitches think I work for Nike 'cause I'm all about my checks
You old news, antique, serve hella looks, call me Mystique
I come through and I drop jaws
My diamonds shine, no flaws
These niggas are accessories never been a necessity
A bad ass bitch I got the sauce they want the recipe
Fresh off the runway, bitches know I've been a star (a star)
Dope like Pablo, that's an esco-bar
Hoe you insecure like Issa
I'm a work of art Mona Lisa
My face so pretty and so is my body
Your man got his eyes on me like Illuminati
Give a fuck 'bout how you feel
Ice me out in diamonds if you want me to chill
He said, "What's your sign?", I told that nigga, "Dollar bill"
Pressure, pressure
La-la-la-la-li-da
Pressure, I got m-, it's pressure, I got m-
Pressure, pressure
La-la-la-la-li-da
Pressure, I got m-, it's pressure, I got m-
Pressure when I come through
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