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Right hand to jehovah My sauce runneth over Coming cross the border Plug like may I take your order I'm a walking check and my partners is too Right hand to jehovah My sauce runneth over Got it coming cross the border Plug like may I take your order I'm a walking check and my partners is too Really with the shit and my shawty is too Aye Right hand to jehovah My sauce runneth over Got it coming cross the border Plug like may I take your order I'm a walking check and my partners is too Really with the shits and my shawty is too Apply pressure ooh Apply that pressure Pressure pressure pressure Pressure pressure pressure Apply pressure ooh Apply that pressure Pressure pressure pressure Pressure pressure pressure Neiman marcus Ferragamo bought one for myself Ain't shit with out my dawg so I bought one for my left I'm a walking check got my foot all on they neck Ain't shit without the Lord know I was brought up off in hell So pressure I apply that posted where they ride at Cameras down on Dorris like this where I posed to died at Back from out of town rocking that damn mane where you find that Shining like a diamond move in silence nevermind that Pressure ooh Movin really move for real My orders was shoot to kill ooh Train my younguns boot that steel My orders still shoot to kill Right hand to jehovah My sauce runneth over Got it coming cross the border Plug like may I take your order I'm a walking check and my partners is too Really with the shits and my shawty is too Apply pressure ooh Apply that pressure Pressure pressure pressure Pressure pressure pressure Apply pressure ooh Apply that pressure Pressure pressure pressure Pressure pressure pressure Money stacking bitch I'm balling Out in traffic with the package Take vacation to an island Mcm on all my baggage I be swagging I be saucing When I step I'm steady dripping 40 cali keep em off me Land connected really crippin' Shit we with it get guerrilla Out the hood I'm known as Pistol Bitch I keep it get deleted Like a message from your mistress Keep the feds up out my business Fuck the feds I know they listening Suckas telling turning witness Free my homies fuck this system I'm relentless on these lames I spent bout 20 on the chain Walk in club mouth just shining I can put you in the game You can not afford my range Me and you are not the same I'm standoffish and mundane Life went to hard for me to change mane Right hand to jehovah My sauce runneth over Got it coming cross the border Plug like may I take your order I'm a walking check and my partners is too Really with the shits and my shawty is too Apply pressure ooh Apply that pressure Pressure pressure pressure Pressure pressure pressure Apply pressure ooh Apply that pressure Pressure pressure pressure Pressure pressure pressure
Writer(s): Matt Movin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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