Song | Pressure |
Artist | Lil Wayne |
Artist | Busta Rhymes |
Album | Year of the Dragon |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Ft. Lil Wayne | |
Yea we see you bust a bottle at your legal table stuntin’ ‘em | |
We come in by the bar and get to fuckin’ up your frontin’ | |
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em , | |
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em | |
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em , | |
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em | |
Okay we see you in your | |
Phantom, actin’ cocky with your missus | |
Yea you ballin’ till you see us pull up in the alley | |
Them bitches puttin’ pressure on ‘em, | |
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em | |
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em , | |
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em | |
When do this shit now tell me why is you competin’ | |
When I be that type of nigga that get money when | |
I’m sleepin’ | |
And when I’m fartin’ and shittin’ like | |
I country on the weekends | |
So ambitious, my accountants got continents when | |
I’m eatin’ for me | |
Busta bust the most diamonds and start retreatin’ | |
Beat the street up, she be standin’ remarkable when | |
I’m speakin’ | |
He used rechargeable batteries, bitch | |
I’m tweekin’ on me | |
Short-circuit, electric chair, voltages, every feature call me | |
Like I’m short for breath, crawlin’ in money | |
Rush you fuck a blunt bitch | |
I’m inhalin’ muffler smoke from busses | |
I could fill my money like soldiers | |
I come to punish | |
Defense mechanism from infection the way that puss is | |
Ain’t no fuckin’ around or frontin’, get it as forgettin’ this bread | |
I’m like vomit, so disgusting. | |
Well there he’s my other alias | |
Don’t forget it, call me snowblower, blowin’ this bread like it’s nothin’ with it | |
Yea we see you bust a bottle at your legal table stuntin’ ‘em | |
We come in by the bar and get to fuckin’ up your frontin’ | |
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em , | |
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em | |
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em , | |
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em | |
Okay we see you in your | |
Phantom, actin’ cocky with your missus | |
Yea you ballin’ till you see us pull up in the alley | |
Them bitches puttin’ pressure on ‘em, | |
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em | |
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em , | |
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em | |
Okay, recent | |
F baby, man | |
I got to put the pressure on ‘em | |
Young money the special team, we so ravenous got on ‘em | |
Right up on your girl lips, got my dick resting on ‘em | |
Soon as it woke up it came and laughin’ on ‘em | |
Swag with no effort on ‘em, quicker than a leopard on ‘em | |
If he got beef, watch me sprinkle some pepper on him | |
No spendarella, just plenty metal for any fellow | |
Semi saddle everything for me and everything from me | |
Smokin’ on that | |
G13 and everything funny | |
Smash me y’all bitch ass niggas, kiss ass niggas | |
Blood game, six flags nigga | |
No rollercoaster, real shit, we hold the bread, the hoes on the toasters | |
Young Casanova, | |
I bend their asses over | |
She say my dick stronger than a six pack of | |
Cola Man I’m so fly, | |
I got arachnophobia | |
Pressure bust pipes but easy bust twice | |
Yea we see you bust a bottle at your legal table stuntin’ ‘em | |
We come in by the bar and get to fuckin’ up your frontin’ | |
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em , | |
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em | |
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em , | |
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em | |
Okay we see you in your | |
Phantom, actin’ cocky with your missus | |
Yea you ballin’ till you see us pull up in the alley | |
Them bitches puttin’ pressure on ‘em, | |
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em | |
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em , | |
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em |
Ft. Lil Wayne | |
Yea we see you bust a bottle at your legal table stuntin' ' em | |
We come in by the bar and get to fuckin' up your frontin' | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em , | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em , | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em | |
Okay we see you in your | |
Phantom, actin' cocky with your missus | |
Yea you ballin' till you see us pull up in the alley | |
Them bitches puttin' pressure on ' em, | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em , | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em | |
When do this shit now tell me why is you competin' | |
When I be that type of nigga that get money when | |
I' m sleepin' | |
And when I' m fartin' and shittin' like | |
I country on the weekends | |
So ambitious, my accountants got continents when | |
I' m eatin' for me | |
Busta bust the most diamonds and start retreatin' | |
Beat the street up, she be standin' remarkable when | |
I' m speakin' | |
He used rechargeable batteries, bitch | |
I' m tweekin' on me | |
Shortcircuit, electric chair, voltages, every feature call me | |
Like I' m short for breath, crawlin' in money | |
Rush you fuck a blunt bitch | |
I' m inhalin' muffler smoke from busses | |
I could fill my money like soldiers | |
I come to punish | |
Defense mechanism from infection the way that puss is | |
Ain' t no fuckin' around or frontin', get it as forgettin' this bread | |
I' m like vomit, so disgusting. | |
Well there he' s my other alias | |
Don' t forget it, call me snowblower, blowin' this bread like it' s nothin' with it | |
Yea we see you bust a bottle at your legal table stuntin' ' em | |
We come in by the bar and get to fuckin' up your frontin' | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em , | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em , | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em | |
Okay we see you in your | |
Phantom, actin' cocky with your missus | |
Yea you ballin' till you see us pull up in the alley | |
Them bitches puttin' pressure on ' em, | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em , | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em | |
Okay, recent | |
F baby, man | |
I got to put the pressure on ' em | |
Young money the special team, we so ravenous got on ' em | |
Right up on your girl lips, got my dick resting on ' em | |
Soon as it woke up it came and laughin' on ' em | |
Swag with no effort on ' em, quicker than a leopard on ' em | |
If he got beef, watch me sprinkle some pepper on him | |
No spendarella, just plenty metal for any fellow | |
Semi saddle everything for me and everything from me | |
Smokin' on that | |
G13 and everything funny | |
Smash me y' all bitch ass niggas, kiss ass niggas | |
Blood game, six flags nigga | |
No rollercoaster, real shit, we hold the bread, the hoes on the toasters | |
Young Casanova, | |
I bend their asses over | |
She say my dick stronger than a six pack of | |
Cola Man I' m so fly, | |
I got arachnophobia | |
Pressure bust pipes but easy bust twice | |
Yea we see you bust a bottle at your legal table stuntin' ' em | |
We come in by the bar and get to fuckin' up your frontin' | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em , | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em , | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em | |
Okay we see you in your | |
Phantom, actin' cocky with your missus | |
Yea you ballin' till you see us pull up in the alley | |
Them bitches puttin' pressure on ' em, | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em , | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em |
Ft. Lil Wayne | |
Yea we see you bust a bottle at your legal table stuntin' ' em | |
We come in by the bar and get to fuckin' up your frontin' | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em , | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em , | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em | |
Okay we see you in your | |
Phantom, actin' cocky with your missus | |
Yea you ballin' till you see us pull up in the alley | |
Them bitches puttin' pressure on ' em, | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em , | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em | |
When do this shit now tell me why is you competin' | |
When I be that type of nigga that get money when | |
I' m sleepin' | |
And when I' m fartin' and shittin' like | |
I country on the weekends | |
So ambitious, my accountants got continents when | |
I' m eatin' for me | |
Busta bust the most diamonds and start retreatin' | |
Beat the street up, she be standin' remarkable when | |
I' m speakin' | |
He used rechargeable batteries, bitch | |
I' m tweekin' on me | |
Shortcircuit, electric chair, voltages, every feature call me | |
Like I' m short for breath, crawlin' in money | |
Rush you fuck a blunt bitch | |
I' m inhalin' muffler smoke from busses | |
I could fill my money like soldiers | |
I come to punish | |
Defense mechanism from infection the way that puss is | |
Ain' t no fuckin' around or frontin', get it as forgettin' this bread | |
I' m like vomit, so disgusting. | |
Well there he' s my other alias | |
Don' t forget it, call me snowblower, blowin' this bread like it' s nothin' with it | |
Yea we see you bust a bottle at your legal table stuntin' ' em | |
We come in by the bar and get to fuckin' up your frontin' | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em , | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em , | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em | |
Okay we see you in your | |
Phantom, actin' cocky with your missus | |
Yea you ballin' till you see us pull up in the alley | |
Them bitches puttin' pressure on ' em, | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em , | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em | |
Okay, recent | |
F baby, man | |
I got to put the pressure on ' em | |
Young money the special team, we so ravenous got on ' em | |
Right up on your girl lips, got my dick resting on ' em | |
Soon as it woke up it came and laughin' on ' em | |
Swag with no effort on ' em, quicker than a leopard on ' em | |
If he got beef, watch me sprinkle some pepper on him | |
No spendarella, just plenty metal for any fellow | |
Semi saddle everything for me and everything from me | |
Smokin' on that | |
G13 and everything funny | |
Smash me y' all bitch ass niggas, kiss ass niggas | |
Blood game, six flags nigga | |
No rollercoaster, real shit, we hold the bread, the hoes on the toasters | |
Young Casanova, | |
I bend their asses over | |
She say my dick stronger than a six pack of | |
Cola Man I' m so fly, | |
I got arachnophobia | |
Pressure bust pipes but easy bust twice | |
Yea we see you bust a bottle at your legal table stuntin' ' em | |
We come in by the bar and get to fuckin' up your frontin' | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em , | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em , | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em | |
Okay we see you in your | |
Phantom, actin' cocky with your missus | |
Yea you ballin' till you see us pull up in the alley | |
Them bitches puttin' pressure on ' em, | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em , | |
We puttin' pressure on ' em |