Vee Miyagi - Ultra Sound lyrics

Yeah... [Hook] Pressure got you feeling low We've been down before Make a run We gon' give and go We gon' pick and roll I may not have it now Imma get it though And you can hold it down Baby, this that Ultra Sound 3 months (Ok) 6 months (Alright, now) 9 months (Baby, here we go) [Verse 1] When you getting profits, they be looking at you awkward I never stare back, legendary in my optics Tryina spend January in the tropics In that new chrome body like Colossus The flow got you nauseous, huh? Momma told me, "be cautious, son" And "dealing with a woman may cost you, son Just make sure you love her 'Cause she got a belly for your seed And you gotta get shovel for your dreams Or pretend to have another" 'Nuff said for you, brother You be lookin' at like ya brothers in the game for a sub-in Just a minute back on that field, 'cause you forgot how that feel Yesterday was so real, but this is life now Right now You gotta fight now Knock the lights out Go blind, go crazy Plucking daisies, get nothing made Get nothing paid, so f**ing lazy You good for nothing, love for nothing s**ah Lips puckered, all you do is trust her Poison drippin' down ya chin f** it Tilt the cup up Have a swim, under [Hook] Pressure got you feeling low We've been down before Make a run We gon' give and go We gon' pick and roll I may not have it now Imma get it though And you can hold it down Baby, this that Ultra Sound 3 months (Ok) 6 months (Alright, now) 9 months (Baby, here we go) 9 months... sh**... You was for real? [Verse 2] Well, I'm ready for it Once upon a time, I was Eminem mom's spaghetti for it Now I fill the sky with confetti for it Backyard for whatever she want Big enough to have a whole tea party With a white glove on her hand She the queen of it That's my baby So tell yo baby, don't touch my baby Too pristine for it Give her more love than the richest man can afford Anybody hurt her, I go Yoda with Sabre Anybody love her, I'll be looking at the data Boy, if you lie to me, you'll be lookin' at ya maker Good time to ask God for a favor, huh? You be dreaming about Mercedes, huh? Do it got enough seats for the babies, huh? Are you gon' dress 'em in the latest, son? Or are you gon' love 'em? Teach 'em what they need In the crib that's fit for a king, never work for another Purse full of worth for the Mother But the only thing that matters is the matter mean nothing You can have all the money in the world, have a juggernaut hand full of diamonds But my Diamond know what she worth And if you still on earth then you need to keep climbin' [Hook] Pressure got you feeling low We've been down before Make a run We gon' give and go We gon' pick and roll I may not have it now Imma get it though And you can hold it down Baby, this that Ultra Sound 3 months (Ok) 6 months (Alright, now) 9 months (Baby, here we go) 9 months (Baby, here we go)