Presha Lyrics

Bangladesh

Pressure
Pressure
Pressure, pressure
Need some pressure
Need some pressure
This shit pressure

This shit pressure
Pressure
Two BBL, you know she extra
Know she extra
Got that stank walk, but clean as a whistle
Whistle
In the kitchen, scale, fork, and a pistol
And a pistol
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we cookin’ now
You know this shit pressure, ’cause we lookin’ now
Say look out for me, but they wasn’t lookin’ out
Lookin’ out
Got your shit together, suki, suki now
Suki, suki now
More refills on me, you know we lit, lit
Lit, lit
They gon’ run this back just like a pick six
Pick six
I done fell in love with a thick bitch
Thick bitch
I done fell in love with a rich bitch
Go 2
Shawty know she pressure, talkin’ high blood
High blood
Put two girls together like a hybrid
Like a hybrid
You know I been trappin’ since the dial-up
Dial-up
If they gon’ hate, then let ’em hate, the money pile up
Woo
When your friend call, say, “Hello, pressure speakin'”
Pressure speakin’
Towel under door, but the pressure reekin’
Yeah
I done took a shroom with the 42, shit
I done start whistlin’ like 42, shit

Pressure
Pressure
Pressure, pressure
Need some pressure
Need some pressure
This shit pressure

Uh, pressure busts pipes, the weapon tucked nice
I only bust twice, ’cause I’m so precise
The foreign run nice, I’m whorin’ all night
I don’t handcuff her, and I read her her rights
I’m on that pressure, she on that bass
I’m on that treble, I’m on her level
She say her brother, he got them birds, we ruffle his feathers
Watch what you tell us, pressure cooker
Extra hoes got my section full of
Smokin’ dope, you can smell the boogers
Break your nose like Devin Booker
And all my hoes is some second lookers
And I got bros with extra blickers
And I got Nina and I got Maggie and they both got extra sisters
I be puttin’ pressure on the plug, I get treated special by the plug
The feds puttin’ pressure on me, but I don’t even sweat in hot tubs
I be puttin’ pressure on my lungs
I’ma fill the whole blunt with pressure, like a stack of a hundred ones
You still gon’ fold under pressure, lil’ bitch

Pressure
Yeah
Pressure
Yeah
Pressure, pressure
Yeah, yeah
Need some pressure
Yeah, yeah
Need some pressure, pressure
Yeah
This shit pressure
Lil’ bitch

This shit pressure
Pressure
Two BBL, you know she extra
Extra
Got that stank walk, but clean as a whistle
Whistle
In the kitchen, scale, fork, and a pistol
Pistol
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we cookin’ now
We cookin’ now
You know this shit pressure, ’cause we lookin’ now
They lookin’
Say look out for me, but they wasn’t lookin’ out
Wasn’t lookin’ out
Got your shit together suki, suki now,
Suki, suki now

Pressure
Pressure
Suki, suki now
Pressure, pressure
Suki, suki now
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure, pressure
Suki, suki, uh