TYGA - Pressed lyrics
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Ah! Why you bitches so pressed for?
Open up the gate, all I do is press four
Got you pissed off balling up your fist for
Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
Ahh! It's the hooligan nigga
Eat these rappers up,
You’re just food to me nigga (nigga)!
Rap don't work, I'm a wolverine, niggas
Honey, make you desert,
Wash it down with some liquor!
Laid up, the pill make a bitch turn flipper
You so oh, all on the bottom of my zipper
I Nick trip, got the Cannon on me like Mariah
Pinocchio rappers man, man, all I see is liars
Rough riders, gang niggas, Kush buyers
Get smashed, Halloween, Mike Myers.
My religion, pretty women, no choirs
They call me the royal penis, their highness!
Women, they give it up, pour it up, leave it with us
Eating my dust, you bustas dusty still on the bus
Truly quick, pick her up or you ain't bad, you ain't nothing!
All my niggas eating like the last supper, nigga
Hook:
Ah, why you bitches so pressed for? (pressed for)
Open up the gate, all I do is press four (press four)
Got you pissed off balling up your fist forward (fist forward)
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 these bitches so pressed for? (pressed for)
Why these bitches so pressed for? (pressed for)
Wh-why you bitches so pressed for? (pressed for)
Why these bitches so pressed for? (pressed for)
Don't make me pull out my pistol!
Aha! Don't make me pull out my pistol
T-Dot, I see some, my bitch is official!
Get rich or take it, cause that is the ritual
This bitch was talking, I had to turn visuals!
I don't like to lose it's bad habits!
All my bitches loyal and true, with no fashion (fashion)
My niggas holding the juice, they all strapping
Sleeping on me, hating me, dude I'm straight gassing (gassing)
Everything I'm in is luxury (luxury)
Them other hoes know they can't fuck with me (fuck with me)
Bitch, look me in the face when you stunt on me!
Better ask a weak ho try to front on me (front on me) ha-ha
Now tell me where that bitch at, that bitch ass
All this good food, I'm surprised I ain't get fat
Wake up then 'urn up then turn up the shit fast
I'm coming through with that pistol you better get back, bitch!
Hook:
Ah, why you bitches so pressed for? (pressed for)
Open up the gate, all I do is press four (press four)
Got you pissed off balling up your fist forward (fist forward)
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 these bitches so pressed for? (pressed for)
Why these bitches so pressed for? (pressed for)
Wh-why you bitches so pressed for? (pressed for)
Why these bitches so pressed for? (pressed for)
Don't make me pull out my pistol!
If we get a problem, yeah
All my niggas solve it, yeah
Why you bitches so pressed forward (pressed forward)
Don't make me pull out my pistol (pull out my pistol)!
If we get a problem, yeah
All my niggas solve it, yeah
Why you bitches so pressed forward (pressed forward)
Don't make me pull out my pistol (pull out my pistol)!
Bang! Hop up in my lap, get high (high)
Pistol grip pump from my lap at all times (times)
Lap at all times, la-lap at all times
Now it's no more drama, that’s the Mary J Blige (Blige)
Yeah, I'm too high, chinky eyed (eyed)
Cherry vans, sweet red, red vine (vine)
Closed blinds, nigga you gets no shine
It's my party nigga, I ain't standin' in line!
(Damn!)
Hook:
Why these bitches so pressed for? (pressed for)
Why these bitches so pressed for? (pressed for)
Wh-why you bitches so pressed for? (pressed for)
Why these bitches so pressed for? (pressed 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)!
Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang)!
Why these bitches so pressed for?
