Diz Live - Peer Pressure (feat. Bino)

On Monday we chilling at my place
Tuesday we hitting the high way
On Wednesday we smoking that high grade
Thursday she gives me that nice brain
Friday on them riches, sipping on that lean
Cause we got too many bitches and not enough weed
On Monday we chilling at my place
Tuesday we hitting the high way
On Wednesday we smoking that high grade
Thursday she gives me that nice brain
Friday on them riches, sipping on that lean
Cause we got too many bitches and not enough weed
Ohhh, it feels like peer pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Ohhh, it feels like peer pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
South side nigga yeah
I'm rapping where I stay
Most these fuckers don't like me
Cause i dagwa everyday
Bad Bitch, good hair
Suck dick? Oh yeah
Man I see her everywhere
Now she's on that BronCleer
Yeah she use to get her contraceptives at the Pharmacy
Now she on that double cup
I know that purple help her lean
And you know just what I mean
Gang bang her squad deep
Cause she brought too many bitches
And not enough weed
On Monday we chilling at my place
Tuesday we hitting the high way
On Wednesday we smoking that high grade
Thursday she gives me that nice brain
Friday on them riches, sipping on that lean
Cause we got too many bitches and not enough weed
Ohhh, it feels like peer pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Ohhh, it feels like peer pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Ohhh, it feels like peer pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Ohhh, it feels like peer pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
How many rapper can compare to me
Let alone the ones still in Africa
Got a girl who said she wouldn't fuck with me because I'm not on Casper's caliber
She also told me that she wouldn't do it just because I'm hungry and an amateur
Till' She heard my music and realize that I'ma be the (Coolest Kid in Africa)
Lately, lately I've been counting money
And I realized a little something funny
Even if I didn't do the music
I would still be rich and have some hella honnies
Skrr, Skrr pull up with mommie
Yours is kinda funny like she Whitney Cummings
Had no problems man I would have done it
Ain't no passing up on me, puffin' puffin'
Still in Zone, If you want features or more
Call up my phone
I do no free shit no more
Opened for Gigi on Tour
Pay me my dough
I do not care for you whores
I just wanna be a Lil boss
No matter the cause
Bitch I could change up your life
Blue pill or Red pill tonight (Yeah, Yeah)
On Monday we chilling at my place
Tuesday we hitting the high way
On Wednesday we smoking that high grade
Thursday she gives that nice brain
Friday on them riches, sipping' on that lean
Cause we got too many bitches and not enough weed
Ohhh, it feels like peer pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Ohhh, it feels like peer pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Ohhh, it feels like peer pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Ohhh, it feels like peer pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure

Written by:
Robin Malunga, Thabo Fassie

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