Jeff Chery - No Pressure lyrics

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I’m pulling up with my windows down

There’s no pressure

I’m pulling up with my windows down, down, down, down

There’s no pressure

I got a bitch by my side riding shotgun

My nigga, there’s really no pressure

But she can fuck me when she want, I got one

‘Cause shorty with whatever

Two seater with your main, duffle bag in the trunk, what you want?

Pulling a LV out, all niggas used to stunt

And bagging a hoe for real, I never front

Her hair blowing in the wind, Bonnie and Clyde moves

Red bottoms on a fee, you would think shorty by a rule

My love is so soft, our gold so hard, there’s no hoes but my gosh

I’m on the road going bunkers, one slip you a goner

Only one in this lane box, not Adrien Broner

As word to my word that word be my cojones

These fruits of my labor, I barely miss the Corona

My flow need a new cage, is off the chain like a good slave

There’s really no pressure

And they know I get down, bad bitch by my side

And she down with whatever

I’m pulling up with my windows down

There’s no pressure

I’m pulling up with my windows down, down, down, down

There’s no pressure

I got a bitch by my side riding shotgun

My nigga, there’s really no pressure

But she can fuck me when she want, I got one

‘Cause shorty with whatever

Vagabond, I be pulling up

Right gang, crack game, see what I’m cooking up

I got niggas that crack your coconut

Pringles can that pop, I make ‘em open up

And I keep them street sweepers that’ll put you in the dirt

Where nobody sweep up

My shorty keep an iron, never crease up

She’ll put it to your grill if your cheek’s up

And we riding real smooth, this is what I do, hallo cost my jewels

Jeff Cherry, yeah, I fucking said it

See my windows rolling down, it ain’t for movie credits

I’m pulling up with my windows down

There’s no pressure

I’m pulling up with my windows down, down, down, down

There’s no pressure

I got a bitch by my side riding shotgun

My nigga, there’s really no pressure

But she can fuck me when she want, I got one

‘Cause shorty with whatever

I’m feeling myself, nigga should be killing yourself

But shit too real for a broke man

I’m strapped, y’all play with them toys

And I ain’t going nowhere, I put that on my niggas

I sweat on my nigga, and I ain’t never fading

We get high all night, fucking dollars all night, my niggas

I’m just playing, I got one