Jeff Chery - No Pressure lyrics

I’m pulling up with my windows down
There’s no pressure
I’m pulling up with my windows down, down, down, down
There’s no pressure
I got a bitch by my side riding shotgun
My nigga, there’s really no pressure
But she can fuck me when she want, I got one
‘Cause shorty with whatever

Two seater with your main, duffle bag in the trunk, what you want?
Pulling a LV out, all niggas used to stunt
And bagging a hoe for real, I never front
Her hair blowing in the wind, Bonnie and Clyde moves
Red bottoms on a fee, you would think shorty by a rule
My love is so soft, our gold so hard, there’s no hoes but my gosh
I’m on the road going bunkers, one slip you a goner
Only one in this lane box, not Adrien Broner
As word to my word that word be my cojones
These fruits of my labor, I barely miss the Corona
My flow need a new cage, is off the chain like a good slave
There’s really no pressure
And they know I get down, bad bitch by my side
And she down with whatever

I’m pulling up with my windows down
There’s no pressure
I’m pulling up with my windows down, down, down, down
There’s no pressure
I got a bitch by my side riding shotgun
My nigga, there’s really no pressure
But she can fuck me when she want, I got one
‘Cause shorty with whatever

Vagabond, I be pulling up
Right gang, crack game, see what I’m cooking up
I got niggas that crack your coconut
Pringles can that pop, I make ‘em open up
And I keep them street sweepers that’ll put you in the dirt
Where nobody sweep up
My shorty keep an iron, never crease up
She’ll put it to your grill if your cheek’s up
And we riding real smooth, this is what I do, hallo cost my jewels
Jeff Cherry, yeah, I fucking said it
See my windows rolling down, it ain’t for movie credits

I’m pulling up with my windows down
There’s no pressure
I’m pulling up with my windows down, down, down, down
There’s no pressure
I got a bitch by my side riding shotgun
My nigga, there’s really no pressure
But she can fuck me when she want, I got one
‘Cause shorty with whatever

I’m feeling myself, nigga should be killing yourself
But shit too real for a broke man
I’m strapped, y’all play with them toys
And I ain’t going nowhere, I put that on my niggas
I sweat on my nigga, and I ain’t never fading
We get high all night, fucking dollars all night, my niggas
I’m just playing, I got one