Navy Blue the Truth. - Pressure

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Pressure
Yeah
I heard them niggas want to be me now
Pressure
I heard them niggas want to be me now
Pressure
I heard them niggas want to be me now
Top down loud sounds You can see me now
I heard them niggas want to be me now
I heard they wanna be me now
I heard them niggas wanna be me now
I heard they wanna to be me now
I heard them niggas wanna be me now
Ahy
Hahaha
Ahy
Blue bitch

Niggas say they real but they got bitch tendency
Talk behind my back bit you act like a friends to me
Sitting in the wip making plays blowing good trees
Even if a Nigga said he got you bet he take it back
Back when you was down on your ass where them hoes was at
Mad cuz I ain't share all my pros that's how hose react
Sitting on the porch what about four niggas
Yeah he said he G but he ain't got the pole with him
Boss moves Nigga take more than just chances
Chopper on the side now I got niggas dancing
Yeah you got on buffs but they don't look fancy
Trying to talk to this bitch she like fuck you pay me
You trying to get a bitch
I'm trying to get a baby
Whipping this bitch like im trying to get my point across
I don't burn down a lot of bridge but got that load across
Now i touched down with that stick like I'm Dumbledore
Bitch bout that money about that check bought that mula
If the problem too big give the money to my shooter
Im eaten everything from the rooter to the Tooter
Turn two into four that a trick watch me do it
Ain't no weight to big
Watch Me move it
Bitch like my style
Like the way that I do it
Ice on my wrist no tatts and a cuban Got a lawyer that I pay both ways and he Jewish
Old bitch lian through her teeth on some snakes shit
Old niggas mad that im winning on some hate shit
New bitch friends tryna fuck on some bate shit
With the choppa on my side don't make me go ape shit
I heard them niggas wanna be me now
I heard them niggas wanna
Be me
Now
Haha
Top down loud sounds you can see me now
Man these niggas making money selling R I P tees
Your man really is a pussy
That's what R i p mean
Rolling up a blunt in all black mink Every move of chess move
I see how these niggas think
She only want me for the doe I see how this bitch think
I only want Her for the dome
love how this bitch think
Stack it up four a month and spend it all in a week
You only got the shit that spend it nigga
Stop being cheap
Yeah this bitch a gold digger but she really is a freak
Wouldn't shop with yo plug cause the prices to steep
You was talking on the gang send the gang on creep
He was sitting wip but now he slumped in the seat
Bitch im going home geting back to this street life
Bitch im going home kno i gotta get my head right
Back to the streets eyes open like a head light
Boy yo mouth big you remind me of the dead type
Back to the crib counting money in the the wip
Throwing back martel every time a nigga sip
Gotta lotta time but no time for a bitch
Yeah you counting up dollars but you need common sense

Written by:
ANGELA GROOTHUIZEN

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