Pressure

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

I flew, I flew, I flew, I flew into your city, I need to get wet
But you got a woman and want disrespect
Baby, you know that I love me a check
And I got a man, but my foot's on your neck

Baby, be my pay pig, tell me, does it get big?
Kiss it, lick it, tell me that you miss it, miss it, bitch
Pussy go crazy, 51kitty, I'm up in the rave and he feelin' my titty
Play with me, you know that I'm litty
And yeah, I'm a joker but these bars ain't silly, uh

Doin' all of the drugs, side of the club
You couldn't handle the puff
I need your dick to be tough, you better munch
Know you want ass for lunch, lunch, lunch, lunch
Lunch, lunch, lunch, lunch, lunch
Lunch, lunch, lunch, lunch, lunch
Know you want ass for lunch, lu-
Ass for lunch

Ass for lunch

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

He-he-he-he-h-, he wanna get close to me, and eat me like I'm groceries
Deep stroke me to my ovaries, you know he can't get over me
Come under me like, "Andale," don't come too soon
Don't come too late, don't contemplate
Come hold this cake, unzip this, it's your dinner plate

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You better be ready, I don't give a fuck
Choke on my sweat while your hands on my butt
I'm not your mom, but I'll still give you love
You're not a horse, but you know I get buck
Slipping and sliding, let's get rock as fuck
Pussy so deep and you know you'll get stuck

Oh, you love it so much
Oh, you love it too much
Oh, you love it too much
Oh, you love it too much
Oh, you love it too much
Oh, you love it too much
Oh, you love it too much
Oh, you love it too much
Oh, you love it too much
Oh, you love it too much

You love it too much (oh, you love it too much), you love it too much
You love it too much (oh, you love it too much), you love it too much
You love it too much (oh, you love it too much), you love it too much
You love it too much, you love it too much

Oh, you love it too much

Oh, you love it too much

W-w-w-walking on a tightrope
With them tight clothes, keep your jaw closed
We're sold out everywhere, uh-huh, that's my show
I'm a psycho

Fire like I'm pyro
Got more pen game than your Byro
Won't fuck if you pack a micro
Wave your white flag, shit Dido

Take you to the back, ass fat
Bring the paper wrap, this ain't even a 'gram
No, thank you, ma'am, I know shit better than
Julio on ice, baby, pay that price, I'm not nice
But I know you like that pressure, right?

Pressure, right? Pressure, right? Pressure, right?
Pressure, right? Pressure, right? Pressure, right?
Pressure, right? Pressure, right? Pressure, right?
Pressure, right? Pressure, right? Pressure, right?
Pressure, right? Pressure, right? Pressure, right?
Pressure, right?

Right, right, right, right
Right, right, right, right
Right, right, right, right
Right, right, right, right
Ri-

Know you like that pressure, right?
Know you like that pressure, right?
Know-know-know-know-know you like that pressure, right?
Know you like that pressure, right?
Know-know-know-know-know you like that pressure, right?

Pressure, right? Pressure, right? Pressure, right?
Pressure, right? Pressure, right? Pressure, right?
Pressure, right? Pressure, right? Pressure, right?
Pressure, right? Pressure, right? Pressure, right?
Right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right
Know you like that pressure, right?



Credits
Writer(s): Sara Landry, Eliza Legzdina
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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