Lyrics Pressure In My Palms - Aminé, slowthai, Vince Staples

Pressure In My Palms

Pressure in my palms, yeah, I got that
Pressure in my palms, boy, I got that
Pressure sweating in my, pressure sweating in my
Pressure sweating in my palms
Pressure in my palms
Pressure in my palms
Pressure sweating in my, pressure sweating in my
Pressure sweating in my palms
This is Britney Spears when she was bald nigga
Punking niggas way before there was Punk’d nigga
Smoking Ashton Kush, so I calm down, nigga
We don’t want to hear your mixtape my, nigga
I fade niggas like barbers, I got more pressure in my palms than Arthur
Man this like when Fergie pee’d her pants, that’s when Honey used to dance
Matt Barnes vs Derrick Fisher, caught you niggas in a (Burp)
I hate when niggas don’t finish they fuckin sentences
If Steve Harvey say my name wrong, I’ll catch a sentencing
Malice at the Palace or Winona up in Saks Fifth
This is Metta World Peace before the peace came, bitch
Pressure in my palms, yeah, I got that
Pressure in my palms, boy, I got that
Pressure sweating in my, pressure sweating in my
Pressure sweating in my palms
Why they keep eyeing me?
Why they keep eyeing me?
Blankets mahogany your head leaking burgundy
Menace to society, you’re more Ron Weasley
Into gynecology you’re pussy and that’s peachy
I hate a bitch who think a baby 'finna keep a nigga
Why every time he see his kids, we gotta see the picture?
I do it bigger, know I’m ballin, don’t you see the ticker?
Feel like I’m Harden, I was shootin' on Artesia with him
Baby said she need commitment, I guess I’ll think about it
I never leave without it, he down to squeeze, I doubt it
I keep her bad and boujee, booty on a 100 thousand
Big headed, barely fit her weave around it
Norf
Pressure in my palms
Pressure in my palms, boy, I got that
Pressure sweating in my, pressure sweating in my
Pressure sweating in my palms
Don’t let anger control you
Don’t let anger control you
Pressure in my palms
Pressure in my palms, boy, I got
Pressure in my palms
Pressure in my palms, boy, I got
Pressure in my palms
Pressure in my palms, boy I got
Pressure in my palms
Pressure in my palms, boy I got
I blow the smoke in your face
You niggas think you running shit but running in place
I’m taking the base, yeah, I’m taking it home
I’m a young Jackie nigga, if I hit it, it’s gone
You Bisquick, scallywag, silly muthafuckas
I do yo ass the same way that 'Ye did Taylor
Or how they did Janet, you wouldn’t understand it
Hola, hola, hola, yeah, a nigga failed spanish
Passive aggressive niggas who passive, I can’t save ya
Anticipating patience is something I cannot favor
Goodbye to you bitch niggas, I’ll probably see you never
How could you hate on us?
Come on homie we major, we major?
Come on homie we major, the ice so cold and nigga, I don’t do favors
I did it on my own and I’ll do it again
Bitch I gets mine, fuck a niggas co-sign
Singing
Pressure in my palms (Pressure in my palms)
Pressure in my palms, boy I got
Pressure in my palms (The feeling so unknown baby)
Pressure in my palms
Pressure in my palms (Pressure in my palms)
Pressure in my palms, boy I got
Pressure in my palms (And I don’t know if I got it going on)
Pressure in my palms
There ain’t no money in having hate in your heart
There ain’t no money in that shit bro, that’s broke nigga shit to have hate in
your heart
I know very untalented people with a lot of love in their heart,
who are doing great