Busta Rhymes ft. Lil Wayne - Pressure Lyrics

Yeah we see you bust a bottle
At your little table stunting
And we coming by the bar get
The fucking up your fronting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
Okay we see you in your Phantom
Acting cocky with your misses
Yea you balling till you see us pull
Up in nine of them bitches putting
Pressure on 'em we putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em

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 shitting I
Cop contries on the weekend
So ambitious my accoundents cop continents
When I'm eating for me
Bussa Buss the most dominant
Start retreating beat the street up
Shit be sounding remarkable
When I'm speaking homie
Huge rechargable batteries, bitch
I'm tweaking, only
Short circuit electric chair bolteses
Every feature Coly
HI I IH Like I'm short for
Breath drowning in money rushes
Fuck a blunt bitch I'm inhaling
Muffles and smoke from buses
I defend my money like soldiers
I come to punish
Defence mechanism from infections
The way that BUSS IS
Ain't no fucking around, I'm fronting
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

Yeah we see you bust a bottle
At your little table stunting
And we coming by the bar get
The fucking up your fronting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
Okay we see you in your Phantom
Acting cocky with your misses
Yea you balling till you see us pull
Up in nine of them bitches putting
Pressure on 'em we putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em

Okay, Weezy F Baby man I gotta
Put the pressure on 'em
Young Money the special team
We so Devin Hester on 'em
Right up on your girls lips
Got my dick resting on 'em
Soon as they woke up
It came and left it on 'em
Swag with no effort on em
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
Specially y'all bitchass niggas
Kiss-ass niggas
Blood gang 6 flags niggas, no rollercoaster
Real shit we hold the bread
The hoes hold the toasters
Young Casanova, I bend their asses over
She say my dick stronger than
A sixpack of Cola
Man Im so fly I got arachnophobia
Pressure bust pipes, but Weezy bust twice
Hahaha

Yeah we see you bust a bottle
At your little table stunting
And we coming by the bar get
The fucking up your fronting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
Okay we see you in your Phantom
Acting cocky with your misses
Yea you balling till you see us pull
Up in nine of them bitches putting
Pressure on 'em we putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em