Pressed Lyrics - Tyga

Why you bitches so pressed for? 

Open up the gate, all I do is press 4 

Got you pissed off, ballin up yo fist for 

Don't make me pull out my pistol 

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 

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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 

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 

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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 

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 

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?