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Tyga

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Why you bitches so pressed for?
Open up the gate, all I do is press 4
Go you pissed off, ballin up yo fist for
Don’t make me pull out my pistol

(Verse)
Uh, it’s the hooligan, nigga
Eat these rappers up, you just food to me nigga
Rap don’t work, I’m a Wolverine niggas
Honey make you desert, wash it down with some liquor
Lit up the pill, make a bitch a turn Flipper
You so on, all in the bottom of my zipper
A Nick trip, got the Cannon on me like Mariah
Pinocchio rappers, man all I see is liars
Rough riders, gang niggas, kush buyers
This match, Halloween, Mike Myers
My religion, plenty women, no choirs
They call me the royal penis, their highness

Women that give it up, pour it up
Leave it with dub see, in my dust you busters dust, you still in the bus
Toolie quick picker upper, you ain’t bad, you ain’t nothing
All my niggas eatin like the last supper, nigga

(Hook)
Why you bitches so pressed for?
Open up the gate, all I do is press 4
Go you pissed off, ballin up yo fist 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)
Why these bitches so pressed for?
Why these bitches so pressed for?
Why these bitches so pressed for?
Why these bitches so pressed for?
Don’t make me pull out my pistol

(Verse)
Don’t make me pull out my pistol
T got that seaside, my bitch is official
Get rich, I’ll take it cuz that is the rich world
This bitch was talkin, I had to turn visual
I don’t like to lose, it’s bad habits
All my bitches royal and true and old-fashioned
My niggas holdin the juice, they all strappin
Sleepin on me, hatin me, cool I’m straight dicin
Everything I’m in is luxury
Them other hoes know they can’t fuck with me
Bitch shoot me in the face when you stunt on me
Better ask a weak hoe try to front on me
Now tell me where that bitch at, that bitch ass
All this good food, I’m surprised I ain’t get fat
Wake up to earn up then turn up the shit fast
I’m comin through with that pistol, you better get back bitch

(Hook)
Why you bitches so pressed for?
Open up the gate, all I do is press 4
Go you pissed off, ballin up yo fist 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)
Why these bitches so pressed for?
Why these bitches so pressed for?
Why these bitches so pressed for?
Why these bitches so pressed for?
Don’t make me pull out my pistol

If we go bang, yea
All my niggas saw it, yea
Why you bitches so pressed for?
Don’t make me pull out my pistol

If we got a problem, yea
All my niggas saw it, yea
Why you bitches so pressed for?
Don’t make me pull out my pistol

(Verse)
Pop up on my lap, getting high
Pistol grip pump, on my lap at all times
Lap it all times, lap lap it all times
Now it’s no more drama, that’s that Mary J Blige
Yea I’m too high, chinky eye
Cherry band, sweet web, red vine
Close blinds, nigga you gets no shine
It’s my party nigga, I ain’t standing in line

Why these bitches so pressed for?
Why these bitches so pressed for?
Why these bitches so pressed for?
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 you bitches so pressed for?
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