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(Hook) Why you bitches so pressed for? Open up the gate, all I do is press 4 Go you pissed off, ballin up yo fist for Don’t make me pull out my pistol (Verse) Uh, it’s the hooligan, nigga Eat these rappers up, you just food to me nigga Rap don’t work, I’m a Wolverine niggas Honey make you desert, wash it down with some liquor Lit up the pill, make a bitch a turn Flipper You so on, all in the bottom of my zipper A Nick trip, got the Cannon on me like Mariah Pinocchio rappers, man all I see is liars Rough riders, gang niggas, kush buyers This match, Halloween, Mike Myers My religion, plenty women, no choirs They call me the royal penis, their highness Women that give it up, pour it up Leave it with dub see, in my dust you busters dust, you still in the bus Toolie quick picker upper, you ain’t bad, you ain’t nothing All my niggas eatin like the last supper, nigga (Hook) Letras de cancionesWhy you bitches so pressed for? Open up the gate, all I do is press 4 Go you pissed off, ballin up yo fist for Don’t make me pull out my pistol Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang) Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang) Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang) Why these bitches so pressed for? Why these bitches so pressed for? Why these bitches so pressed for? Why these bitches so pressed for? Don’t make me pull out my pistol (Verse) Don’t make me pull out my pistol T got that seaside, my bitch is official Get rich, I’ll take it cuz that is the rich world This bitch was talkin, I had to turn visual I don’t like to lose, it’s bad habits All my bitches royal and true and old-fashioned My niggas holdin the juice, they all strappin Sleepin on me, hatin me, cool I’m straight dicin Everything I’m in is luxury Them other hoes know they can’t fuck with me Bitch shoot me in the face when you stunt on me Better ask a weak hoe try to front on me Now tell me where that bitch at, that bitch ass All this good food, I’m surprised I ain’t get fat Wake up to earn up then turn up the shit fast I’m comin through with that pistol, you better get back bitch (Hook) Why you bitches so pressed for? Open up the gate, all I do is press 4 Go you pissed off, ballin up yo fist for Don’t make me pull out my pistol Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang) Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang) Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang) Why these bitches so pressed for? Why these bitches so pressed for? Why these bitches so pressed for? Why these bitches so pressed for? Don’t make me pull out my pistol If we go bang, yea All my niggas saw it, yea Why you bitches so pressed for? Don’t make me pull out my pistol If we got a problem, yea All my niggas saw it, yea Why you bitches so pressed for? Don’t make me pull out my pistol (Verse) Pop up on my lap, getting high Pistol grip pump, on my lap at all times Lap it all times, lap lap it all times Now it’s no more drama, that’s that Mary J Blige Yea I’m too high, chinky eye Cherry band, sweet web, red vine Close blinds, nigga you gets no shine It’s my party nigga, I ain’t standing in line Why these bitches so pressed for? Why these bitches so pressed for? Why these bitches so pressed for? Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang) Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang) Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang) Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang) Why you bitches so pressed for? From Letras Mania