M. J. Withers - Pressure (feat. Slimeroni) Lyrics

Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah uhn
EME nigga
Four four three nigga
Pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure
I come through with pressure
Stay applyin' pressure
Always bringin'

Pressure, pressure, pressure
I come through with pressure
Stay applyin' pressure
Always bringin'
Pressure, pressure, pressure
I come through with pressure
Stay applying pressure
Always bringing
Pressure, pressure, pressure
I come through with pressure
Stay applyin' pressure
Always bringin'
Pressure, pressure, pressure
I come through with pressure
Stay applyin' pressure
Always bringin'

Pull up if I have to, try my best to stay low key with it
I don't give no warnings, you just notice when you see whippin'
I recollect on dangers, ain't no stranger to that smoke nigga
It's just in my blood, that Philly Midwest coast to coast nigga
Most the times I'm always quiet still incitin' riots
If I feel that disrespected then my anger gets ignited
My girl be telling me to chill 'cause I don't need indictments
But she loves to see that side of me, it gets her all excited
Look like Lori Harvey in Ferraris, is she speakin'? Hardly
She know she a moody Barbie, she ain't sayin sorry
Throw that EME up four four three up
Bitch you see us ballin'
MD on my back I stay intact, when I proceed my callin'

Pressure, pressure, pressure
I come through with pressure
Stay applyin' pressure
Always bringin'
Pressure, pressure, pressure
I come through with pressure
Stay applyin' pressure
Always bringing
Pressure, pressure, pressure
I come through with pressure
Stay applyin' pressure
Always bringin'
Pressure, pressure, pressure
I come through with pressure
Stay applyin' pressure
Always bringin'

Bitch I'm that pressure, I'm so dope, you don't want smoke wit me
You feel that pressure in the building, yeah you know its me
These bitches talkin' to themselves 'cause ain't no hoein' me
I up the score on all these hoes, lil' bitch we 0-3
I been that bitch in every sense, it don't make money don't make cents
Yeah I'm the queen of all the dimes but dollar signs it make more sense
I been applyin' all this pressure, when they see me they get tense
I been told them I'm the hardest, now they really are convinced
Foot on the gas can't take no break, I get fired up from all the hate
You want some anna go bananas, got the clips we going ape
Ain't shit sweet but all this cake, do this for real I can't do fake
I'm so high I'm out my body
Got moon rocks from outer space

Pressure, pressure, pressure
I come through with pressure
Stay applyin' pressure
Always bringin'
Pressure, pressure, pressure
I come through with pressure
Stay applyin' pressure
Always bringing
Pressure, pressure, pressure
I come through with pressure
Stay applyin' pressure
Always bringin'
Pressure, pressure, pressure
I come through with pressure
Stay applyin' pressure
Always bringin'