.I don't dance, I don't jump, I don't front
I do the fuck what I want
Verse 1: Pressure
Pressure tired as fuck lining up
It's getting old, its cold and half the night is up
And you wonder why fights erupt, wisen up
Mr. Door bitch let me inside the club
With his gelled hair, t.
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