Fivio Foreign – Pain Pressure

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• Song Name: Pain Pressure
• Artist Name: Fivio Foreign
• Song Category: Latest Music
• File format: Mp3/128kbps

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This classic entry was taken off Fivio Foreign‘s newly released studio album titled “Pain“.

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Fivio Foreign – Pain Pressure Lyrics

[Intro: Fivio Foreign]
Ha, yeah
(Txrgett acquired)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Fivio Foreign]
Pain, pressure, whatever, yeah (What—, let's do it, yeah)
I go through a lot, but I hold it together, yeah (Yeah)
This brand new gun go good with the sweater, yeah (Baow)
They catch me lackin', it's my fault, uh
Huh, 'cause I should've known better (Uh)
[Verse 1: Fivio Foreign]
Gotta move smart, I ain't makin' no errors
Y'all niggas hot, y'all ain't make it no better
Don't write my crib, I ain't takin' no letters
Don't call my phone, you ain't bringin' no bread up, uh (Uh, yeah), yeah
Niggas keep dyin', fuckin' up my mental
I tried to save him 'cause he had potential
Don't move hot, they put you on a menu
I had to learn the shit that I done been through
I done made hits and I ain't use a pencil
If you keep dissin', I'ma have to bench you
Go do a show, we shootin' out the venue (Baow, baow, baow)
Huh, show you shootin' out the venue, ha (Ha, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
You know how it go, ready? Huh, yeah
Yeah, nigga, I'm top of the line (Huh)
I'm fallin' in love, but she not really mine
I never hate her, hop in the line
I don't pay attention to mob if he mime
Look at the things I fought (Uh)
Look at my wrist and the rings I bought (Uh)
Bitch got mad I ain't bring her on tour
Shit went bad when things got forced
I took a L, but I need that loss
Got her on point and my Ts got crossed
I see a opp, let three shots off
I see a opp, let three shots off (Baow, baow, baow)
Huh, yeah, huh, huh (Ah)
I see a opp, let three shots off (Baow, baow, baow)
Yeah (Yeah, baow)
I see a opp, let three shots off (Yeah, look, huh)
[Chorus: Fivio Foreign]
Pain, pressure, whatever, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I go through a lot, but I hold it together, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
This brand new gun go good with the sweater, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
They catch me lackin', it's my fault (Baow), huh (Why?)
'Cause I should've known better (Huh)

[Verse 2: Rowdy Rebel]
They said the pain done come with the pressure (Pressure)
I felt that shit when they took me up North (Up North)
Jumped in the game with all of my steppers (Steppers)
Took a lil' time, but I turned to a boss (A boss)
I turned a bando into a loft (A loft)
I turn a hoopty into a Porsche (Skrrt)
I used to get jiggy in Lacoste (Lacoste)
Now I can do Gucci down to the drawls (Uh)
I 'member the pain and the pressure (The pressure)
I 'member the blood stains on that sweater (That sweater)
I 'member the rainiest weather (That weather)
No food in the fridge, had to put it together (Together)
I 'member the coldest night (I remember)
No more were there to come and hold us tight (Nah)
We was huggin' the streets, totin' the pipes (Grrah)
We was duckin' the Ds and one of them lights (Grrt, baow)
I'm tryna send a nigga up to Christ (I'm tryna send a nigga up to Christ)
My shooters is beggin', I give 'em the price (My shooters is beggin', I give 'em the price)
I get to a bag, don't need your advice (Don't need your advice, nigga)
Ain't gotta lie 'cause we do it better (Ayy)
Remember the time that, "Shh" was to slide (Shh)
But he couldn't handle all the pressure (Grrt, baow)
[Chorus: Fivio Foreign]
Pain, pressure, whatever, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I go through a lot, but I hold it together, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
This brand new gun go good with the sweater, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
They catch me lackin', it's my fault (Baow), huh (Why?)
'Cause I should've known better (Huh)