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(Census, what you cookin'?) Yeah Under pressure, they gon fo-o-o-old, yeah Yes, we gotta go and hit the ro-o-o-oad, yeah Made a couple thousand for the sho-o-o-ow, yeah Fuck her from the back and she gon', she gon', she gon' She gon' know to give me thro-o-o-oat, yeah We know you a thottie, yeah we kno-o-o-ow, yeah You know I stay with shooters, they on go-o-o-o, yeah Came up from the trenches now I ro-o-o-ose, yeah These niggas ain't know shit now I had to go and run my check up, rock it, buss down Oh yeah, wе see you, how you hatin', yeah, we know now Drop a four up in my soda, I'm so bold now Had to go make a plan, had to figurе out I been stuck in the trenches, gon' make it out Gotta lie to my niggas to make it out Gotta do it for my niggas in the ground Used to sneak out there passin' the greyhound Had to move it, 'cause feds they figured out Had to get the dope and stretch it out Now a nigga gon' make double now, no, yeah But the street shit ain't for everybody Baby, I'm not just anybody Letras de cancionesI'm tryna be somebody Baby, that paper, don't play about it But if I love you, don't play about you We can all be something, I can never ever doubt you Under pressure, they gon fo-o-o-old, yeah Yes, we gotta go and hit the ro-o-o-oad, yeah Made a couple thousand for the sho-o-o-ow, yeah Fuck her from the back and she gon', she gon', she gon' She gon' know to give me thro-o-o-oat, yeah We know you a thottie, yeah we kno-o-o-ow, yeah You know I stay with shooters, they on go-o-o-o, yeah Came up from the trenches now I ro-o-o-ose, yeah [Verse 2] Under pressure, they gon fo-o-o-old, yeah Yes, we gotta go and hit the ro-o-o-oad, yeah Made a couple thousand for the sho-o-o-ow, yeah Fuck her from the back and she gon', she gon', she gon' She gon' know to give me thro-o-o-oat, yeah We know you a thottie, yeah we kno-o-o-ow, yeah You know I stay with shooters, they on go-o-o-o, yeah Came up from the trenches now I ro-o-o-ose, yeah From Letras Mania