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I'm under pressure Please don't stress me out Oh baby, yeah But I don't fold Under pressure Yeah, please don't stress me out Oh baby, yeah I don't fold under pressure You ain't built (built) to fill these shoes (shoes) And I won't fold (fold), so I don't lose (lose) I've been up (up) And I've been down (down) And my ship sunk (sunk) But I ain't drown (yeah yeah) I'm posted in the backseat leaning Got my snapping my fingers like I'm doo-wop singing People stare at the chain, they like oh I'm blinging Nothin' been the same, I'm like oh I'm dreaming It's a bad bitch posted up to the right of me And rightfully I reserve the right to be with a hottie About twenty something, intelligent, but also get naughty The prodigy, I do it wildly, cause that's what I gotta be Honestly, I've been creating the policy Acknowledge me as someone who aiming straight for the prophecy Letras de cancionesThe following I've accumulated, ain't no apologies Obviously you hear me now, and you can't knock the philosophy Cap it off with cappuccinos Slicing the tiramisu "Coolie it's nice to meet you" Introduce you to people Show you how we be living, and we be doing the most It's a la cosa nostra baby look I'm your host The coolest one in the room eating his pasta Snapping his fingers in between sipping espana We looking saucy, it's all a part of the mantra Keeping it proper, young, Swanky, Strange, Sinatra I'm under pressure Please don't stress me out Oh baby, yeah But I don't fold Under pressure Yeah, please don't stress me out Oh baby, yeah I don't fold under pressure You ain't built (built) to fill these shoes (shoes) And I won't fold (fold), so I don't lose (lose) I've been up (up) And I've been down (down) And my ship sunk (sunk) But I ain't drown (yeah yeah) We off at every single thing we had harbored Did what we gotta God, my skin is thick as the armor I'm fucking off, been ducking, dodging the karma Trick, I'm a goner, got these niggas and bitches on ya Caught up in the fact that I'm Not afraid to be myself and take it back and I Have no sympathy for people acting whack so I Said "Be don't acting suprised when I attack" Lil' bitch, this shit is whack, I'ma attack but Trust me my situation is dire Things that I see when I asleep, lay awake when I'm tired Maybe the secrets I keep buried inside the fire "Joey's a snake in the grass, fucking nigga's a liar" Sweeping it under the rug doesn't make it expire The problem is going to follow you until the problem retire See they gon' hate you because you walking a little higher But I became immune to you bitches because I'm a rider I'm under pressure Please don't stress me out Oh baby, yeah But I don't fold Under pressure Yeah, please don't stress me out Oh baby, yeah I don't fold under pressure You ain't built to fill these shoes And I won't fold, so I don't lose I've been up (up) And I've been down (down) And my ship sunk But I ain't drown From Letras Mania