Artist: Busta Rhymes (Feat Lil Wayne)
Album: Year Of The Dragon
Year: 2012
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[Chorus – Busta Rhymes]
Yeah we see you bust a bottle at your little table stunting
And we coming by the bar, and get to fucking up your fronting
Puttin’ 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’ till you see us pull up with nine of them bitches
Puttin’ pressure on ’em
We puttin’ pressure on ’em
We puttin’ pressure on ’em
We puttin’ pressure on ’em
[Verse 1 – Busta Rhymes]
Ay, ay, 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
Busa bust the most diamond and start retreating, beat the street up
Shit be sounding remarkable when I’m speaking homie
Huge rechargeable batteries, bitch I’m tweaking
Only short circuit electric chair voltage is every feature, call me
Like I’m short for breath drowning in money rushes
Fuck a blunt bitch, I’m inhaling muffle or smoke from buses
I defend my money like soldiers, I come to punish
Defense mechanism from infections the way that pussy is
Ain’t 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
[Chorus – Busta Rhymes]
Yeah we see you bust a bottle at your little table stunting
And we coming by the bar, and get to fucking up your fronting
Puttin’ 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’ till you see us pull up with nine of them bitches
Puttin’ pressure on ’em
We puttin’ pressure on ’em
We puttin’ pressure on ’em
We puttin’ pressure on ’em
[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]
Uhm, okay, 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 roller coaster
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, haha
[Chorus – Busta Rhymes]
Yeah we see you bust a bottle at your little table stunting
And we coming by the bar, and get to fucking up your fronting
Puttin’ 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’ till you see us pull up with nine of them bitches
Puttin’ pressure on ’em
We puttin’ pressure on ’em
We puttin’ pressure on ’em
We puttin’ pressure on ’em
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