[Hook] Yeah we see you buss a bottle at your little table stunting and we coming by the bar and get to fucking up your fronting Putting pressure on ‘em We puttin’ pressure on ‘em We puttin’ pressure on ‘em We puttin’ pressure on ‘em Okay we see you in your Phantom acting cocky with your mrs Yeah you ballin’, til you see us pull up with 9 of them bitches Puttin pressure on ‘em We puttin’ pressure on ‘em We puttin’ pressure on ‘em We puttin’ pressure on ‘em
[Busta Rhymes - Verse 1] Eh, eh-yo, when we do this shit Now tell me why is you competing When I be that type of nigga that get money when I’m sleeping And when I’m farting and shittin’ I cop countries on the weekends So ambitious my accountants got continence when I’m eating for me Bussa buss the most diamonds and start retreating and beat the street up Shit be sounding remarkable when I’m speaking homie Huge rechargable batteries, bitch I’m tweaking Short circuit electric chair voltage is every feature ? Like I’m short for breath drowning in money rushes Fuck a blunt bitch I’m inhaling muffle, smoke from buses? I defend my money like soldiers, I come to punish Defence mechanisms from infections the way that puss is Aint no fucking around, I’m frontin, get it As for getting this bread, I’m like vomit so disgusting with it Here’s my other alias, don’t forget it Call me snow blower, blowing this bread like it’s nothing with it
[Hook] Yeah we see you buss a bottle at your little table stunting and we coming by the bar and get to fucking up your fronting Putting pressure on ‘em We puttin’ pressure on ‘em We puttin’ pressure on ‘em We puttin’ pressure on ‘em Okay we see you in your Phantom acting cocky with your mrs Yeah you ballin’, til you see us pull up with 9 of them bitches Puttin pressure on ‘em We puttin’ pressure on ‘em We puttin’ pressure on ‘em We puttin’ pressure on ‘em
[Lil Wayne] Weezy F baby man, I gotta put the pressure on ‘em Young Money the special team, we so Devin Hestor on ‘em Right up on your girl lips, got my dick resting on ‘em Soon as it woke up, it came and left it on ‘em Swag with no effort on him Quicker than a leopard on ‘em If he got beef watch me sprinkle salt and pepper on ‘em No spinderella, just plenty metal for any fellow Semi settle everything for me and everything for me Smoking on that G13 and everything funny Especially y’all bitch ass niggas, kiss ass niggas Blood gang, 6 flags nigga, no rollercoaster Real shit, we hold the bread, the hoes hold the toasters Young Casanova, I bend they asses over She say my dick stronger than a six pack of cola Man I’m so fly, I got arachnophobia Pressure bust pipes but Weezy bust twice
[Hook] Yeah we see you buss a bottle at your little table stunting and we coming by the bar and get to fucking up your fronting Putting pressure on ‘em We puttin’ pressure on ‘em We puttin’ pressure on ‘em We puttin’ pressure on ‘em Okay we see you in your Phantom acting cocky with your mrs Yeah you ballin’, til you see us pull up with 9 of them bitches Puttin pressure on ‘em We puttin’ pressure on ‘em We puttin’ pressure on ‘em We puttin’ pressure on ‘emTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
