| Frank
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| Yes Sir
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| I’m tired of fallin' back
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| So what you want to do?
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| It’s time to put the pressure on theses niggas
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| Yeah, I think it’s that time
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| Let’s get 'em
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| Flame thrower, we be scorin', we be reppin'
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| 'Til the game over
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| I’m a bitter rap legend in a Range Rover
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| Put the 6 and the 7 up my blessings
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| Mess with us, precious, so check his vitals
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| North Philly icon, built for survival
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| I’m a don, it be wine everywhere that I go
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| You’re damned for the gold but the Thobes is from Cairo
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| When God made me, he broke the mold, nigga
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| I ain’t with the nonsense, nothin' with the doctors
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| Thought he was a boxer so I smoked him like a rasta
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| I could tell he was a nuisance, always like to do shit
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| Thought he was a shooter so I tagged him with the Ruger
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| I know Hov, I got the blueprint
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| Black Panther party how we move like Huey Newton
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| Eat my beef without the gluten
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| Can’t compete with all you losers, watchin' from the bleachers
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| It’s confusin' how we eatin' but it make you throw up
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| I see you hatin, all that love better
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| The boy gettin' mad, check his blood pressure
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| You see a nigga shinin', check his blood pressure
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| All that anger that’s gon' give you high blood pressure (Blood pressure)
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| What you talkin', check his blood pressure
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| You see a nigga stuntin', check his blood pressure
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| You see a nigga winnin', check his blood pressure
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| Ya boy sorry, better check that nigga blood pressure
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| Hollygrove, that’s 17, no L-I-E, I’m L-I-T
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| I’m the Y-M-E, K-I-N-G, B-L-O-O-D-I-N-G
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| I’m O-U-T H-E-R-E with my G-O-O-N-Z-Z-Z
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| We T-O-O D-E-E-P
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| I gave a bitch 3 wishes, she wanted me, me, me
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| Bloods like pressure, that’s you on a stretcher
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| These bitches too extra, charge you extra for the pleasure
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| I got killers in my section, protection on protection
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| We catch you, interception, and finesse you in a second
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| I got tattoos on my texture, bad news when I touch ya
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| We kidnap your girl, we need that Ke$ha, we molest her
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| I’m a nigga with aggression, attitude erection
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| Pressure bust pipes but not this fuckin' blood vessel
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| Let my niggas come test you, suggest you call rescue
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| Go to war with one pistol like a fuckin' scud missile
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| All you see is blood tissue, guts, liver, God bless you
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| Tunechi, I’m special, so special, no pressure, motherfucker
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| I see you hatin', all that love better (See you hatin')
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| That boy gettin' mad, check his blood pressure (Check his blood pressure)
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| You see a nigga shining, check his blood pressure
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| All that anger that’s gonna give you high blood pressure
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| Blood pressure, what you talkin' 'bout, blood pressure (Check his blood
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| pressure)
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| You see it, it’s nothin', gotta check his blood pressure (Check his blood
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| pressure)
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| You see that nigga with it, check his blood pressure (Check his blood pressure)
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| Your boy sorry, better check that nigga blood pressure
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| Rolls Royce strafin' on 'em
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| Two steppin' on 'em (Better check that nigga)
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| Me and Tune slide through, put the pressure on 'em (Ugh)
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| These dudes punch drunk, get the breathalyzer (What)
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| They came strapped up but we left it on 'em (Bah-bah-bah)
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| Smith and Wesson on me
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| Keep the weapon always (What, nigga?)
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| Rep Philly, niggas really ain’t got nothin' on me (Philly)
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| All these trappers turned rappers, they bore me (Fuck 'em)
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| Here for the glory, they got nothin' for me (Uh)
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| Your boy sorry, the term icy, the car hop (Yeah)
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| Pullin' type of stalkers, we on top, you are not (You not)
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| We are worldwide, we in the streets, and we online (Online)
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| Then we make a lot of money when we tour spots (Lotta money, lotta money)
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| This new Rothschilds and this Young Money (Yeah)
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| Before this rap shit, we pump blocks (Yeah)
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| Though we gon' keep gettin' bucks 'til the buck stops
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| New Rothschilds and the Roc got it locked
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| (Blagh-blagh-blagh)
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| I see you hatin', all that love better (I see you hatin')
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| That boy gettin' mad, check his blood pressure (Check his blood pressure)
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| You see a nigga gotta check his blood pressure (Check his blood pressure)
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| All that anger that’s gonna lead to high blood pressure (High blood pressure)
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| Blood pressure, what you talkin' 'bout, blood pressure (Blood pressure)
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| You see it, it’s nothin', gotta check his blood pressure (Blood pressure)
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| You see that nigga with it, check his blood pressure (Check his blood pressure)
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| Your boy sorry, better check that nigga blood pressure
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| Ouhh, fuck with me Free |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blood Pressure , by - Freeway. Song from the album Think Free, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп