Pressure

We good?
Yeah, yeah

Maybe get a little closer
Rub your thigh and kiss your neck
Got your temperatures raising, eyes Closed taking deep breaths
Squeeze you a little tight, like when You hit the brakes in a seat belt
Said she love my tone, shit sweet Nothings make her heart melt
Hmmm, know you want that
Swear to gawd know you like that
Got her ex dm me, shit, guess the Nîgga want his boo back
Talking bout what he gon do, but we Know he ain't bout that
Guess he from outta town, one Phone call, make em move back
Smooth operator, thought you knew That
Lights low, RnB, robe on, sipping Cognac
Hmm, must think I'm Issac Hayes
Vibez got her in a daze
She slipped and called me bae
And I let her
No matter the weather
When she leaves the house, I don't Sweat her
My confidence get her wetter
6'6, wavy hair, big beard, I'm Pressure

Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure, Pressure
Pressure, Pressure
Pressure, yeah

Cologne will get her attention faster Than designer
She like what's that? That's fire
Almost broke her neck to inquire
Don't leave the house without a Couple sprays on
Gotta nice bed you can lay on
Tvs, big couch, good snacks but I stay Gone
I'm that Nîgga
Last year working check to check but This year I'm making figures
Hmmm, guess my name getting Bigger
Seem like yesterday I was in the Basement freestyling songs, Big Tigger
Now I'm on the road, show to show
In public, taking pictures
Glad I got you here with me
What you wonna do? know I miss Me babe
Got some unreleases you can listen Babe
Even at night, I glisten babe
My grandfather was smooth too, this here tradition babe
I know I'm your addiction babe
No matter what the competition say, I'm pressure

Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure, Pressure
Pressure, Pressure
Pressure, Yeah

Cologne will get her attention faster Than designer
She like what's that? That's fire
Almost broke her neck to inquire



Credits
Writer(s): Keith Griffin
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