time I see that look on your face Come on [Chorus: Ginuwine] I think they feel the pressure [x4] I know they feel the pressure [x4] Nowww! [Verse 1: Belly
Traducción: Barriga. Pressão.
I see that look on your face Come on [Chorus: Ginuwine] I think they feel the pressure [x4] I know they feel the pressure [x4] Nowww! [Verse 1: Belly
nosy Comfy, cosy, now off with the clothes-y Can I get a witness? Betta fitness Baby, we can do it, take your time, do it right Lick my belly button
prove my shit and dump Blast rhymes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly Veteran M.C., I don't think you rookies is ready Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure
to be Hungry belly jamma busts off easily Balloon bang. POP! Hot as a bang spot in Bangkok Colder than a pimp glock Aim shot, the frame drops Pressure
Bright moments Bright moments always come back vivid The fifth great was epic citywide test pressure The pre-crack era Mr Schollmen, what a prick Attitude
signs, I was to busy getting high Runnin' up the studio smokin' dro writing rhymes To blind to notice my abdomen was growin' Havin' sex without protection now my belly
', kissin' that belly button She hum a song, that got me on And it won't be long before I reach the zone Move along, how ever long To eat the zone, pressure
Yes, I told you the birds will endure flutter wings dance on leaves Hold onto dreams, hold onto dreams, tonight Well, I told you about the high pressure
the grindstone I did everything I was told I rubbed elbows with the elite But I still feel so empty His parents divorced over Mother's parturient belly
my swag used to call me L'l Gigger And Corie said, "Man you need to bring it to the streets" So now I'm just chillin' in the belly of the beast Waitin
closing in 'cause I'm supposed to win How the cold steel feel when it froze your chin Should of stayed on dry land stroke while you can 'Cause now you under pressure
That term's done fucka, what up whatever You bird's is food I'm about to pluck some feathers, I'm young and clever, Plus, clutch under pressure, yup!
club Sunday at the disco club, everydays' a disco club See us at the disco club, see you at the disco club We're going to break it on down Rub it on your belly
Fuck a little line We can go ahead and kill a K Livin' in the killer's state Maybe that's a good excuse See me taking shots at the bar Like I'm bulletproof Now my belly
my zing way Ain't nutten else I know, gone up in the life With this I-ragged born flow Squeeze the pain from my belly and set my soul free Travel over
you man I be rollin' on dem corners No Range, no necklace man Range Rover no rims left they neck in da pain And put the silencer on the tip professional man Pressure
