
DEVIN BOOKER ft. TDAWG Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Yea yea
I'm bringing that pressure
Let's go, let's go
Everytime
Tdawg lets go
What we doing
Apply that pressure
I'm bringing that pressure
Everytime
Everytime
My nigga shoot like Devin Booker know he can't be guarded bitch
Losing breathe he asthmatic sent him up to God real quick
My four pockets too full no wonder woman call me baby bitch
Came up from the mud I used to think I was a problem kid
My mama told me stay down till you come around
These niggas they won't love you when you hit the ground
My mama told me stay down till you come around
These niggas they won't love you when you hit the ground
Man who the fuck let niggas think it's chill to do the most (who)
Beefing bout a bitch I think that you must be the hoe eh
Niggas talking money aint got shit to even show (say word)
I'm grinding day and night I can't let up I can't go slow (come on)
Time waits for no man so is you in or out
It gets lonely at the top only the gang can come around (Apply Pressure)
Man this is what we do them boys they keep on losing eh
This aint nothing new so show them how we do it eh
I get on the record and you know I set it straight eh
I been bagging all these hoes we skip them dinner dates
Cause imma fuck her on the spot don't care if I come in late
I'm that nigga ask lil mama she know that anyways
My nigga I ain't tryna chit chat
We tryna get them big racks
We tryna get that Audemaur
Diamonds hitting wall to wall
Ain't fucking bitches raw dawg
I got the head I'm gone dawg
I been focused on this paper I been moving like a boss dawg
My nigga shoot like Devin Booker know he can't be guarded bitch
Losing breathe he asthmatic sent him up to God real quick
My four pockets too full no wonder woman call me baby bitch
Came up from the mud I used to think I was a problem kid
My mama told me stay down till you come around
These niggas they won't love you when you hit the ground
My mama told me stay down till you come around
These niggas they won't love you when you hit the ground
Bitch, bitch
You want pull got them hollows
Got your baby mama she wan' fuck me for some Prada
Rolling up, we smoking on his ashes like some rastas
Go ahead I call up Deo man that boy my shotta
Back to back to back, my rarri's filled with bands now
She wan' pull up on the kid I leave 'em, man, down
If you pull up on the block then that's a man down
Catch a Mac round bitch you gone get shot down
I say, I say
Man them perkys make me elevate
Got your grandma she wan' give me face
Big ol' race when we in the place
I got VVS on my Rolex man they in my face
Me and Hyze damn we dipping low
Go ahead I catch 'em flip a brick I'm out the smoke
Mollys, xannies, weed
You know i'm really Al Capone
Got your baby mama and your kids she blowing up my phone
My nigga shoot like Devin Booker know he can't be guarded bitch
Losing breathe he asthmatic sent him up to God real quick
My four pockets too full no wonder woman call me baby bitch
Came up from the mud I used to think I was a problem kid
My mama told me stay down till you come around
These niggas they won't love you when you hit the ground
My mama told me stay down till you come around
These niggas they won't love you when you hit the ground (nah nah)