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lirik lagu bbg ken, wildside sb, bbg tyler - pressure

[intro: bbg ken]

what it is, b~tch you know what it is

[verse 1: bbg ken]

that wildside (wildside) , you know what it is (know what it is)
i do this sh~t for real
he want smoke with who?
all that talking sh~t will get you k!lled
touching sh~t on boo, p~ssy b~tch i’m really in that field
what up? want a problem? i’m right here in that bottom (right in that bottom)
hiding his hands, promise i’ma find him
make these n~ggas bow they head (they head), when they see a don dada
boy stop acting like you yeah (yeah), ‘for i touch you with this chopper (brrah)
be full of weed, but it don’t solve my problems (solve my problems)
strapped down with them beams, investin’ in shottas (shottas)
want you not to f~ck with me, ’cause i ain’t what you follow (no)
the love left in my heart, only for my baby momma (my baby momma)

[verse 2: bbg ken]

so i can’t f~ck with you b~tch, no i can’t f~ck with you (no i can’t f~ck with you)
you say you f~ck with me b~tch? well i don’t f~ck with you (i don’t f~ck with you)
ain’t respond when they shot, sh~t i played it cool
[?] on his block, i ain’t have sh~t to lose (rrah)
63 shots, same night ain’t hit the news
one got touched twice, they never mentioned dude
think i ain’t spinnin’, b~tch you must be a fool
every time a n~gga’ went to trippin’, i came swerving through (through)
i want blood, so let’s get it in (let’s get it in)
claiming he a thug, [?] pull out the [?]
sayin’ we gon’ spin (spin), spin, we ain’t spin again
must be out your mind, shoulda’ never ever played with ken
[chorus: bbg ken]

walk down with cutters, and bang it out with berettas
i want him dead, i cannot wait till i catch him
i’ma send 6 shots in his head, until he left on the stretcher
p~ssy b~tch i’m really [?], and all i bring is that pressure
walk down with cutters, and bang it out with berettas
i want him dead, i cannot wait till i catch him
i’ma send 6 shots in his head, until he left on the stretcher (yeah, wildside sh~t)
p~ssy b~tch i’m really [?], and all i bring is that pressure (look)

[verse 3: wildside sb]

i’m really pressure (pressure), walk down, flush a p~ssy with this metal (rrah)
something like a [?], my n~ggas creeping any weather (any weather)
f~ck what they tell you, all you n~ggas gon’ die together (die together)
birds off a weather, f~ck it, [?] go get the shovel (go get the shovel)
where your pistol blood, you know i don’t give a f~ck (don’t give a f~ck)
i’m tryna’ bust him up, this glizzy here gon’ f~ck him up (it’s gonna f~ck him up)
like let me touch him up, and smoke him like some [?]
assisted to my blood, and let my blood get a puff
you n~ggas bluff, cause they ain’t comin’ how we comin’ (yeah)
all that crying on that ‘gram, you acting like a woman
must ain’t heard that this chopper hold a hunnid (rrah rrah), finger f~ck the trigger tryna’ put a n~gga’ under, sb

[chorus: bbg ken]
walk down with cutters, and bang it out with berettas
i want him dead, i cannot wait till i catch him
i’ma send 6 shots in his head, until he left on the stretcher
p~ssy b~tch i’m really [?], and all i bring is that pressure
walk down with cutters, and bang it out with berettas
i want him dead, i cannot wait till i catch him
i’ma send 6 shots in his head, until he left on the stretcher
p~ssy b~tch i’m really [?], and all i bring is that pressure

[verse 4: bbg tyler]

with this 40 i’m stepping ain’t sparing sh~t
i’ma lay me down one in a pool pit
on my nephew ‘lil b~tch we ain’t going for it
i’ma show you how to whoop a 30 stick (yeah, yeah)
30 shots in this glock and i [?] don’t miss
i walk down with this b~tch and watch how i hit
b~tch it’s straight out [?] want none of this
well i know you’re a b~tch you ain’t ’bout sh~t
in that bottom, yeah that’s where we all at
come down here and i promise you’ll get whacked
talking sh~t on that ‘gram better fall back
we go dumb b~tch we aim at your ball cap
no cap b~tch we steppin’ in public (no cap)
catch you up and you stuck like a mummy (like a mummy)
that wildside we the dumbest (we the dumbest), grew up serving them junkies (them junkies)
[chorus: bbg ken]

walk down with cutters, and bang it out with berettas
i want him dead, i cannot wait till i catch him
i’ma send 6 shots in his head, until he left on the stretcher
p~ssy b~tch i’m really [?], and all i bring is that pressure
walk down with cutters, and bang it out with berettas
i want him dead, i cannot wait till i catch him
i’ma send 6 shots in his head, until he left on the stretcher
p~ssy b~tch i’m really [?], and all i bring is that pressure

[outro: bbg tyler]

[?] left on the, ey p~ssy b~tch i’m really [?] and all i bring is that pressure, p~ssy b~tch
wildside sh~t, p~ssy b~tch you know that pressure pack
eat a n~gga d~ck put that b~tch all on your momma, you know, yeah
[?] b~tch

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