Pressure9x19 – VVS SWITCH Lyrics

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Real until death, you heard, bastard?
The AA
Rumor of war (Ah-ah), dead people and flowers (Ah-ah)
They want to knock me down, but I got hella bullets and guns (Brr; ah-ah-ah; hella guns)
Rumor about that it’s war (About that it’s war), R and 47 with drums, brr (Uah; haha!)
The Rs have suppressors (Brr)
And I got hella bullets (Hella bullets)
Brr!
The Devils, son of a bitch
The Devil (Brr)

Call Russo, put VVS on the Glock’s switch (What’s up, Russo)
24 and 30 and in the pocket titty drums (Titty drums)
Owners of the gangster rap, I shoot him who doesn’t respect us (We have the Glizzys)
The 300 Blackout, bastard, it can go through doors (Ah-ah-ah-ah; The Transformers, son of a bitch)
They’re holy, they arеn’t skilled, they’re pissеd off at us (Dicksmeller)
Blood to the cauldron when we erase your face (You feel me?)
Bastard, we upped the cost, I got devils in Philly, in Boston (The Devils, ah-ah)

Sticks, handguns, and cars, and the demons I invoke them (Golden kilos; ah-ah)
I like it to form, bitch, I like the trickle (The trickle)
The times that they’ve entered, I empty the whole clips (It’s on gang; gang-gang)
Tsunami on the wrist, a rainstorm on the chain (A rainstorm)
The narcoartist, bastard, I’m on Caro Quintero mode (Prr, prr, prr; The Devils, son of a bitch)
Bastard, I do burn, we light your AK up on fire (Rrra-rra-rra; it’s on gang)
The hood that they want, we’ll light it up wherever (Glizzy Gvng, LL, son of a bitch)
In music and in the streets we go in and we change their game (We erase their face; gang-gang-gang)
All who wants war is going to die, read the memo (Read the memo)

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VVS on the switches (Tell me, Pri; gang-gang-gang), us devils are on switche (We on switche; ah-ah)
Baguettes on the buttons, I went to the jeweler and spent the ticket (Ah-ah; ticket)
Fighting with dead people, washing myself with their blood (With their blood)
Little kitty, michu michu, have some dick, are you hungry? (Have dick, are you hungry?)
When I drill you with the undefeated that don’t miss (With the unbeaten)
I’m going to fly your face and I drink up two lines of Tris (The Glizzys, son of a bitch)
VVS on all the switches, my nigga, we on switche
I fuck your bitch, now I ignore, well, I got pissed
Watching from the bleachers, my minors are on switche
The carjackings without gloves hoping that he doesn’t open a file on me

The piece shines ’cause of the diamonds, it slams like Ben Simmons (Tell him, bastard)
Another thingy to the pot like Pabon(Tell him, Pabon)
Victoria for the babies, no more Avon, I have a couple of thingies (Barquilla)
They go to Philly without a discount, they get laid out on the pavement (Yo, buzz)
We put them to the test and they froze up (Y’all some barquillas)
The ones that go to Monte Bello, we send them, I spring them up in the G-Wagon (Rra-rra)
Pressure passes the mini dragon, ’cause this round, we won it (Ea, yo, Pressure)
He tells me to do her, I do her (CDobleta)
We slide on their bunker, there we run them down (Three in three)
From the Double to Calimano, son of a bitch, we don’t play (Here we don’t miss)
The Kias, we rob them, we pass over you (For being fed)
Ki-Ki-Kilograms, 300 Blackout, spartan (What’s up, CHI)
Don dun-dun we rekill you (Son of a bitch), my brother is in the mostro (Ah?)
And if you get locked up, inside there we’ll cut you up (The Ñetas)

All the switches are VVS, the bitches are on switche (Ey, talk)
In DR a michi god, now I really do get pissed off (The Devils)
Observing from the bleachers, your boss is a snitch (Snitch-ass)
I’m going to slide on the hood and we blow up your pitcher (He’s knocked out)
Fighting with dead people, washing myself with their blood (With a cabrona)
Little kitty, michu michu, have some dick, are you hungry?
When I drill you with the Nintendo that doesn’t miss (From the devils)
I am going to fill you with holes and drink up two lines of Wock
Fighting with dead people, washing myself with their blood (With their blood)
Little kitty, michu michu, have some dick, are you hungry? (Are you hungry?)
When I drill you with the X that doesn’t miss (It doesn’t miss)
I’m gonna fill you with holes and drink up two lines of lean

Now I’m going on twenty deads
Bastard, I’m the terror of the opps (Of the opps)
A fuletazo in the face, if they don’t die they end up one-eyed (Brr-brr)
I inject your head with the bullets from the calenco (From the calenco)
I took off my pearl and now it doesn’t hurt her when I put it in her (Put it in her)
Little kitty, michu michu, are you hungry today? (Michu michu)
My dick in your mouth like the AK bullet in the chamber (In the chamber)
I take out the fully-automatic if there’s an issue (If there’s an issue)
I gave them a hundred thousand to kill them, fifty more if they take pictures (Record the dead guy)

They send me the picture and we celebrate
I honestly don’t get happy, but if it wasn’t him, it was my brother (Aha)
I slid on their block in a rare car (Brr-brr)
I parked like a civilian, normal, two streets then in front of the headlight
And I waited on the house’s roof with my rifle in hand (Brr)
He came back from the hang out and I jumped him like Casiano (Ah?; brr)
The road filled with casings and VVS
I already retired Coscu and Tempo, y’all tell me who is next (Haha!; you heard, dicksmeller? Ah!), ah?
Get on your knees, you suck me off and we fucked, mami, take care of yourself (Take care)
Horny girl, she’s gonna come back because I made her squirt
The AA, the king of trap, you tell me, who is Feid?
Switching on the carbon through Chardon Avenue (Brr)
In the middle of a persecution I broke up the patrol (Brr)
I empty the Micky inside your hood, dicksmeller
I have a million cash in the AMIRI baggy (Ah?)

I’m surrounded by killers like El Topo, Marino and Chili (Only fully-automatic AKs)
Moving devices, taking out fakes and snitches from the middle (Fakes and snitches)
Be fast with your Draco, ’cause if I catch you first, bastard, I’ma kill you (Brr)
They said that they were handsome and we killed a bastard and the other one came out a rat (Suck-up)
I got a couple of bitches rode in the yacht fucking in Icacos (In Icacos)
They call me Cheo Silva, two thousand kilos in the dock under the boat (Cheo Silva)
I bought you a small micro AK, tiny like Marco, brr (Real until death, you heard, bastard?; ah-ah)

Hey, VVS on all the switches, I really am on switche (Dicksmeller)
With the stick in the truck even though these bastards run files on me (Brr; wuh, wuh, wuh)
Larry Bird on the court, Phil Jackson sat down on the bleachers (Yeah)
You guys buff about bichote, and like 6ix9ine, they are snitches (Hahaha, ah?)
Fighting with dead people, washing myself with their blood (Jeje)
Little kitty, michu michu, have some dick, are you hungry?
When I drill you with the X that doesn’t miss (Brr; Make Money)
I’ma fill you with holes and drink up two lines of lean

Grilled out like YoungBoy (Huelebicho), I change your weather like Floyd
I fabricated the piece through England like Henry Roce (Brr)
You are going to die in Lima like Alonso from Monroy (Alonsito)
My Guccis stained with blood like the Detroit logo
I don’t pay for bitches, if I like her, I go and smash her (Look here, these pigs)
Like a Taliban with the AK outside on the camel (A jumping)
I really do sell kilos, I don’t give a dick about the stamps (Jeje, ay)
Fucking I mess her all up, I spit on her and grab her by the neck (Bo)
The stripper, move your ass (Wuh), I slit their throats, Jack The Ripper (Wuh, wuh)

You want dick, you damn slut? Come, so you can pull down my zipper (Jeje, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead)
What you are is a real whore, not an angel from the Clippers (Look)
I fill her with spider web in her pussy on some Parker Peter (Jaja)
I’m an evil to the Resident, the shots, dead presidents (Brr, brr)
The white-skinned dude, flow Eminem (You know, bastard), she has a dick syndrome
Through voice she tells me: “Fuck me” (Ha), on Christmas she wants a Jingle Bell
I gave Disney to the Tinker Bell, swimming like Michael Phelps (Wuh, wuh, wuh, wuh, wuh)
The Draco is shining, the 18 C shining (You know, it’s shining)
They confiscated my pistol and I bought me a Carbon R (The M, Make Money)

Fighting with dead people, washing myself with their blood
Little kitty, michu michu, have some dick, are you hungry?
When I drill you with the X that doesn’t miss
I am going to fill you with holes and drink up two lines of lean (What?)

My VVS 1 diamonds, if not, then baguettes (Don’t use zirconium, son of a bitch), jeje
When I squeeze the rápida, my Patek opens on me (Brr, what happened, bastard?)
I ride ’round with Chef cooking the letter and we don’t lack any bullets (Hahaha, what?)
In my problems I go straight ahead, I never camp, ah (You already know)
Come out (Move), ’cause you’re in the middle and I’m gonna run you over
I am art (You know who I am), he who always paints them, color red the paint (Brr)
Bo, come out (Move, dicklicker), I walk down on you penetrati

VVS on the switches, my nigga, we on switche
Diamond on the buttons, now I really done got pissed
Fighting with deads, washing myself with their blood
Little kitty, michu michu, have some dick, are you hungry?
When I drill you with the X that does not miss
I’m going to fill you with holes and drink up two lines of lean

Perky’d up, you heard, bastard?
What happened, bastard?
We are The Devils
Tres Letras
Tell me, Pressure
Yo, what’s up, Pressure
La L
We spray them in the face with the Glock, they died
Make Money Los Pulps, son of a great bitch
Yo, what’s up, CHIMI
You heard, dicksmeller?
The Devils, bastard
The Trans4merz, the Decepticons
Money Wayy Gang, Glizzy Gvng, son of a bitch
Money Wayy
One40Towers
Yo, what’s up, Pressure
What’s up, CHIMI
Tell me, Hades
Anuel
Dobleta
The gangster artists, bastards
Tell me, Yecko
The owner of the Metro area
I’m with Chef on the cauldron
Tell me, Pabon
You know that we don’t let them see the recipe
Yo, what’s up, Chef
Brr
Tell me, Chef

Don’t change the recipe, ’cause you have the druggies waiting in line like the zombies in Michael Jackson’s video, haha!
The owners of gangster rap
What’s up, Pressure
Tell me, Yecko
Tell me, Pri
What’s up, Nyxto
I hope Forense picks you up UBV, Morovis
Yo, what’s up, Luar, brr
Don’t go to the street, ’cause we are on the road
What’s up, Hades
Son of a great bitch Tell me, Pressure Or do you want to die tomorrow?
Yo, tell me, CDobleta
Yeah (Brr)
The sons of bitches, you heard, bastard?
Try to show me up so that you see that we’re gonna light the 47s with hooked drums
What?
Real until death, you heard, bastard?
The Devils, bastard, you guys know
The ones that y’all copy

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