Mo Pressure, Pt. 2 (feat. Red Ali 2x's, Duke Fetti & Bam Smirk)

She say she wanna fuck, so I hit her with that (Pressure)
I'm giving em hell, know I raise they blood (Pressure)
I'm steady making her nut, shit I hit her with that (Pressure)
Two grams in a blunt, bitch you know that's Mo' (Pressure)
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, Mo' Pressure Management
If it's up, it's stuck, wassup
You feelin' yourself get touch, bust in her guts like a Dutch
I dog her out like a slut, beat the pussy like a 808
I'm having my way it ain't nun, I use to hang in the slums
With all of the junkies and thugs
I got me a loose, I knew what to do but, I never did hang it up
Cash in they checking for us, only guns and money I trust
If he swell up his chest I bust, imma sit back and wait, no rush
Imma clear this bitch out like a flush, and they try but could never be us

That pressure, he want, that pressure, she want
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If they get disturb about it, they heard about it
Give my dawg the word best believe he gone shoot up err-body
Foe what you mean, you ain't shot nobody, you ain't hurt nobody
Ask polices bout me, they gone say you should be worried about me
If I say that it's up, then it's stuck
Fuck all that talkin', let's fuck
I won't tell on my niggas, no sketches, no pictures but
Best believe you can get touch
Get you what you want for the low, gotta lil' bitch and she straight from the O
And my little bitch, she be hittin' big licks
That's my bitch I can get yo ass front like a door (Mabry)

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Hot Boi like the summer seeder
Bitch I was swimming with piranhas, and them bottom feeders
Catch me middle of the summer, riding with that heater
Applying pressure on these niggas now they calling Jesus (Lawd, huh)
Bitch, I'm the wave like my zodiac, ain't hard to notice that
Been broke, and I ain't going back, ain't hard to notice that
Apply pressure where these niggas at, they scared to relax
Gotta bag, to get a nigga bag, boy better relax

That pressure, he want, that pressure, she want
That pressure, they want, that pressure, they want (Fetti)
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Pressure been applied like a job application
The lord is my shepherd, but I walk some miles of satan
Applying all pressure, tell em nigga ain't no waiting, problem only is
I'm my doctors favorite patient
Bitch I'm gettin' yeah, aight, them blue faces
Tie the shit bow tie, I ain't talking shoe laces
And look we gettin' money and, going new places
Send a kiss to the sky, tell my nigga that we made (Lawd)

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Mo' Pressure Management