| You tryna be catchy, tryna catch you one, huh
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| Angry, emotions got the best of you, huh
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| You talk 'bout Hell like it’s Heaven, you second guessin' the reverend
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| You let women get the best of you, huh
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| You know that serpent be the death of you
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| Can’t keep it in your pants, gotta keep two in your hands
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| And grab your nuts, uh
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| Niggas, whoever slept on, aggressive tones, huh
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| You don’t mind being alone huh?
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| She disagree so she can disappear, you’ll get another one bruh
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| They all the same it’s a shame, ain’t good for nothing but fun
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| Fill up the tank with ego, and never pay at the pump
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| Don’t think you’ll last forever, 'cause Devil’s battery pack
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| Is fully charged and all up in your back
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| Dark thoughts all under your hat
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| Somebody pray
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| Yeah, black Bond, no job havin'
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| A block from Hell, how niggas supposed to find Heaven?
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| Ya daddy tried rappin', ya granddad reverend
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| Ya scared to go to jail so you ain’t thought about trappin'
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| Lookin' at the ceilin', ways to make a killin'
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| Peers always lookin' at a nigga like a villain
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| Peers always lookin' at a nigga like a villain
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| Ya wife always lookin' at a nigga like a tool
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| And it’s always cool 'cause a nigga brought a drill in
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| A nigga brought a drill in
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| Do we got enough in the clip? |
| Lord willin'
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| Do we got it rough like it’s Malcolm in the Middle
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| Finna kill a nigga like, mm
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| Finna kill a nigga like, mm
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| Finna kill a nigga leave a couple weepin' widows, mm
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| Leave a couple weepin' widows, mm
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| Good God, Mama, man, today hard
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| Got the job then got laid off
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| Got my check and it’s way off
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| Tell me why I even gotta pay off
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| Yeah, borrowed clothes from my boy he done stole from the store
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| Why? |
| Why?
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| He hotboxing the ride and it’s smellin' like gas so they swear a nigga high
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| (High)
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| God, I think you did the wrong hand, I think, this is for another man
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| Uh, send a nigga a spaceship, a job with a day shift, or we takin' a shit
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| I should be glad that I got what I got ain’t it
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| But all these trips on the MARTA got me feelin' basic
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| Callin' (Ring), hello worry (Ring), I’m prolly cheatin' (Ring), end of story
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| Pressure I’m feelin', how can I love you and get it?
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| I want extras, who’s giving?
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| I’ll take mine’s now
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| I said, «Pressure I’m feelin', how can I love you and get it?»
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| I want extras, who’s giving?
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| I’ll take mine’s now, ow-ow
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| Ah
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| Do you want to die in the field? |
| For real
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| You ain’t workin' and you Urkel how I feel, Jahlil
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| Always distracted by the twins like Phil and Lil'
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| Every time they come around you gotta feel a lil'
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| Get it together bro, you got a centerfold
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| Love in the summer, better hoes when it’s winter though
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| Shoulda let her go a long time ago, you with her though
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| Fucked her over a couple times, she a rider though
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| Even though it pours when it rains bro, end of the rainbow
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| She a prodigal, and all these hoes you know is drugs pimpin'
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| Woah there she blows, ya nose drippin'
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| Ya whole look is hook, you need distance
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| Cold sweats your arms and neck itchin'
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| Don’t lose the one from blurred vision
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| You know she is what they isn’t
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| Don’t trade a dime bro, on the front lines for a side ho
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| Don’t trade a diamond for some down time with a rhinestone
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| You thinkin' she don’t know, tryna act low
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| And you burnin' down the castle, asshole
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| Keep runnin' through these hoes like cash bro
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| The fast lane always fun 'til you crash though
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| Pressure I’m feelin', how can I love you and get it?
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| I want extras, who’s giving?
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| I’ll take mine’s now
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| I said, «Pressure I’m feelin', how can I love you and get it?»
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| I want extras, who’s giving?
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| I’ll take mine’s now, ow-ow
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| Pressure I’m feelin', how can I love you and get it?
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| I want extras, who’s giving?
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| I’ll take mine’s now |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Necessary Pressure , by - Childish Major. Song from the album Dirt Road Diamond, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп