Tyga - Pressed lyrics

(Hook) Why you b**hes 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, n***a Eat these rappers up, you just food to me n***a Rap don’t work, I’m a Wolverine n***as Honey make you desert, wash it down with some liquor Lit up the pill, make a b**h 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 n***as, kush buyers This match, Halloween, Mike Myers sponsored links 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 n***as eatin like the last supper, n***a (Hook) Why you b**hes 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 b**hes so pressed for? Why these b**hes so pressed for? Why these b**hes so pressed for? Why these b**hes 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 b**h is official Get rich, I’ll take it cuz that is the rich world This b**h was talkin, I had to turn visual I don’t like to lose, it’s bad habits All my b**hes royal and true and old-fashioned My n***as 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 f** with me b**h 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 b**h at, that b**h a** All this good food, I’m surprised I ain’t get fat Wake up to earn up then turn up the sh** fast I’m comin through with that pistol, you better get back b**h (Hook) Why you b**hes 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 b**hes so pressed for? Why these b**hes so pressed for? Why these b**hes so pressed for? Why these b**hes so pressed for? Don’t make me pull out my pistol If we go bang, yea All my n***as saw it, yea Why you b**hes so pressed for? Don’t make me pull out my pistol If we got a problem, yea All my n***as saw it, yea Why you b**hes 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, n***a you gets no shine It’s my party n***a, I ain’t standing in line Why these b**hes so pressed for? Why these b**hes so pressed for? Why these b**hes 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 b**hes so pressed for?