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Young$tunnaWrld - Don't Come Outside / Bout That Pressure Lyrics



Young$tunnaWrld - Don't Come Outside / Bout That Pressure Lyrics
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Shoot at your head and we shoot at your body
Don't come outside
I'ma get them bands and spend it with the guys
Bitch, I'm so fly Smokin' on this gas, bitch, I'm high as a kite
I'ma stack up that bread and keep it together Gotta give me the cheese, with extra chedder
Ice, it's so cold, bitch, it got me under the weather
Bitch you light as a feather Shoot at your head and we shoot at your body
Bitch, you is not saving nobody Come get your girl, she all on my body
And now I take out the business Some of y'all niggas be buggin
Some of y'all niggas is insects I stole your bitch, come get your motherf*ckin' bitch back
We leave you six flat Foe nem, push' your shit back
Bro got robbed, they told him to go get his shit back
She suck me up, until I'm weak, to my knees
Girl suck me up until I say oooouuu aaahhh
Don't come outside
I'ma get them bands and spend it with the guys
Bitch, I'm fly Smokin' on this gas, bitch, I'm high as a kite
I just took a flight to
Cloud 9
Now I'm goin' to Paris with your ex wife
One night stand, huh, f*ck that bitch again, huh
She bring her friend, huh, then I f*ck her friend
So much ice on me, it's makin' me cool like a freezer
I got purple drink in my cup, double up like it's frieza
Ooh, I'm feelin' like Yatchy, she wanna go party She wanna go suck on the dick, all nighty
I'm feelin' like Gotti, pull up at the party Then shoot up the party
I wanna go f*ck on that thotty I wanna go f*ck on that bitch in the motherf*ckin' party
I'm hangin' with Zayn I'm feeling like carti Pull up in a motherf*ckin' Playboy party
Bitch, I'm a rockstar like Kid Cudi
Bitch, I'm switchin' lanes in a motherf*ckin' Rari
Free all my niggas and shout out to all of my niggas
Lil' nigga, we gettin' all litty
Shawty don't know me, she poppin' a titty
She wanna go f*ck on me, suck on the dicky, like
Don't come outside
I'ma get in the Benz and spend it with the guys
Bitch, I'm fly
Smokin' on this gas, bitch, I'm high as a kite
Girl, I'm out my head, girl I'm out my head
You not, safe, safe
Girl, you treat me like one another
Girl, I'm not really no other
You say I'm your brother
Huh, bitch, I'm tired of this shit If I can't have you, then I'ma f*ck on your mother
Huh, get it out, with my lil cuttah huh, huh
Niggas be talkin' bout me, but it eat off my plate
Huh, huh, nigga be thinkin' he safe, we know where you stay
Huh, niggas be talkin' on, little bro
Huh, he took your bae
Huh, how the f*ck you say you gang
But, nigga, you turnin' the tables like, whoa
Huh, huh, what the f*ck
Huh, huh, what the f*ck
Yeah huh, how the f*ck you talkin' gang
But most of your people is really deceased
Most of them boys is whack
And we taking them boys off the map
And I tell that bitch I don't have snap
And it's ice on my wrist like tap
Huh, huh, huh, huh, it's about that pressure
Huh, huh, huh, huh
You can't cop that leather
Yeah, huh, huh, huh
Bitch, it's bout that pressure
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Girl, I left you a message
And I know you movin' to Texas
And I'm up all night, I'm restless
And all that pain I had, I left it
He wanted to beef, no talkin' and shit
Just send me the addy
Put that boy on a shirt, or a jacket
This time, bitch, I'm not really tagging
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
It's about that pressure
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
You can't cop that leather
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Girl, I left you a message
I know you movin' to Texas
I hope you get my message
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Ok
Ok
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
It's about that pressure
Huh, huh, huh, huh
It's about that leather', huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Girl, I left you a message
Huh, girl, I left you a message
Girl, I leave you, huh
Huh, girl, I leave you, huh
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Shoot at your head and we shoot at your body
Don't come outside
I'ma get them bands and spend it with the guys
Bitch, I'm so fly Smokin' on this gas, bitch, I'm high as a kite
I'ma stack up that bread and keep it together Gotta give me the cheese, with extra chedder
Ice, it's so cold, bitch, it got me under the weather
Bitch you light as a feather Shoot at your head and we shoot at your body
Bitch, you is not saving nobody Come get your girl, she all on my body
And now I take out the business Some of y'all niggas be buggin
Some of y'all niggas is insects I stole your bitch, come get your motherf*ckin' bitch back
We leave you six flat Foe nem, push' your shit back
Bro got robbed, they told him to go get his shit back
She suck me up, until I'm weak, to my knees
Girl suck me up until I say oooouuu aaahhh
Don't come outside
I'ma get them bands and spend it with the guys
Bitch, I'm fly Smokin' on this gas, bitch, I'm high as a kite
I just took a flight to
Cloud 9
Now I'm goin' to Paris with your ex wife
One night stand, huh, f*ck that bitch again, huh
She bring her friend, huh, then I f*ck her friend
So much ice on me, it's makin' me cool like a freezer
I got purple drink in my cup, double up like it's frieza
Ooh, I'm feelin' like Yatchy, she wanna go party She wanna go suck on the dick, all nighty
I'm feelin' like Gotti, pull up at the party Then shoot up the party
I wanna go f*ck on that thotty I wanna go f*ck on that bitch in the motherf*ckin' party
I'm hangin' with Zayn I'm feeling like carti Pull up in a motherf*ckin' Playboy party
Bitch, I'm a rockstar like Kid Cudi
Bitch, I'm switchin' lanes in a motherf*ckin' Rari
Free all my niggas and shout out to all of my niggas
Lil' nigga, we gettin' all litty
Shawty don't know me, she poppin' a titty
She wanna go f*ck on me, suck on the dicky, like
Don't come outside
I'ma get in the Benz and spend it with the guys
Bitch, I'm fly
Smokin' on this gas, bitch, I'm high as a kite
Girl, I'm out my head, girl I'm out my head
You not, safe, safe
Girl, you treat me like one another
Girl, I'm not really no other
You say I'm your brother
Huh, bitch, I'm tired of this shit If I can't have you, then I'ma f*ck on your mother
Huh, get it out, with my lil cuttah huh, huh
Niggas be talkin' bout me, but it eat off my plate
Huh, huh, nigga be thinkin' he safe, we know where you stay
Huh, niggas be talkin' on, little bro
Huh, he took your bae
Huh, how the f*ck you say you gang
But, nigga, you turnin' the tables like, whoa
Huh, huh, what the f*ck
Huh, huh, what the f*ck
Yeah huh, how the f*ck you talkin' gang
But most of your people is really deceased
Most of them boys is whack
And we taking them boys off the map
And I tell that bitch I don't have snap
And it's ice on my wrist like tap
Huh, huh, huh, huh, it's about that pressure
Huh, huh, huh, huh
You can't cop that leather
Yeah, huh, huh, huh
Bitch, it's bout that pressure
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Girl, I left you a message
And I know you movin' to Texas
And I'm up all night, I'm restless
And all that pain I had, I left it
He wanted to beef, no talkin' and shit
Just send me the addy
Put that boy on a shirt, or a jacket
This time, bitch, I'm not really tagging
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
It's about that pressure
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
You can't cop that leather
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Girl, I left you a message
I know you movin' to Texas
I hope you get my message
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Ok
Ok
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
It's about that pressure
Huh, huh, huh, huh
It's about that leather', huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Girl, I left you a message
Huh, girl, I left you a message
Girl, I leave you, huh
Huh, girl, I leave you, huh
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Marice Harris
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