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No Pressure
RJMrLA
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Damn, James
Shit
Most these bitches be so fake (I'm one hundred though)
I'm over shit I cannot change (One hundred bro)
I still'll whip the old school on some hundred spokes
Shit, I'm still out with the same ones I
Threw a hundred for (Threw a hundred for)
I feel no pressure with them (Feel no pressure)
I feel no pressure
Shit, I might be out pressin' with them (Might be out pressin')
But I feel no pressure (Pressure)
I might be out pressin' my issue
If you don't feel no pressure, your shine ain't official
I jumped out the womb, I was special
Continued, proceeded to rule
Your boo on the menu
I'm rude but I'm real, I know it's a way to say the shit
I know it's 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 it
Crash it, hop out, switch it to 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 out my two-door, why?
Most these bitches be so fake (I'm one hundred though)
I'm over shit I cannot change (One hundred bro)
I still'll whip the old school on some hundred spokes
Shit, I'm still out with the same ones I
Threw a hundred for (Threw a hundred for)
I feel no pressure with them (Feel no pressure)
I feel no pressure
Shit, I might be out pressin' 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 comin' with a pair of lies
Poisonous prey, I can't swallow pride, they got parasites
7-Eleven's how I picture a perfect paradise
Air it out
We get tired of this pressure, we gon' air it out
Police pop up like it's acne, tryna clear it out
Said he want that smoke, can't waxed him, yellin', "Air it out"
Hotbox, air it out, shit
Car winter, Kia cold, wrist a Kia soul
Beat the batter 'til it's swole like it's pita roll
Free the bros, they the hundred when they cheat and told
Keep a pole, pressure heat 'em, froze like a pizza roll
Most these bitches be so fake (I'm one hundred though)
I'm over shit I cannot change (One hundred bro)
I still'll whip the old school on some hundred spokes
Shit, I'm still out with the same ones I
Threw a hundred for (Threw a hundred for)
I feel no pressure with them (Feel no pressure)
I feel no pressure
Shit, I might be out pressin' with them (Might be out pressin')
But I feel no pressure
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