Stressin - HEDEGAARD & Cancun

Black bottles, black models Cuban cigars, Domincanos Colombianos, it's (?) 100 dope boys on the sofa I'm (?) with Versace on Stars on the roof for the ambiance Dug up some more hundreds, fought a few cases Now we in the club throwing blue faces Used to see Papi at the (?) Now I'm (?) sittin' on gold toilets (?) more spoils Large, you people never be loyal You can buy me way more bottles then them other sections Leave 1000 dollar tip what blessin' All eyes on us, ain't nobody in the club lookin' at your direction So baby as you one question, do we look like we're stressin'? Cause we ain't Do we look like we're stressin'? Cause we ain't Do we look like we're stressin'? Cause we ain't (?) more opus Break up the makeup, we got motives I'm (?) America that teamwork Three keys in my sleep, now that's dream work It's the U-blow show Seven figures on the wrist like you don't know The haters lookin' at me cause the mommies lookin' at me Fed's lookin' at me, all the snitches lookin' at me Fo' hunnid on the race, that's hella dough Just to see the stars with no telescope I got the pussy wetter than that yayo Get it off of the block, that J. Lo You can buy me way more bottles then them other sections Leave 1000 dollar tip what blessin' All eyes on us, ain't nobody in the club lookin' at your direction So baby as you one question, do we look like we're stressin'? Cause we ain't Do we look like we're stressin'? Cause we ain't Do we look like we're stressin'? Cause we ain't Alexander McQueen, Balmain JeAnnotateans Everything all black like the Beijing Cop the Red Octobers since the Valentine Have Cupid shoot that ass like 1000 times In the cell got the wrong number But she gone be my (?) all summer And she gone be up in my tub half naked And I just sold the plug (?) You can buy me way more bottles then them other sections Leave 1000 dollar tip what blessin' All eyes on us, ain't nobody in the club lookin' at your direction So baby as you one question, do we look like we're stressin'? Cause we ain't Do we look like we're stressin'? Cause we ain't Do we look like we're stressin'? Cause we ain't

A nigga I'm stressin badda den a bitch rite now 'Cause a nigga almost Got married to da liquor boy nigga So fucked up out here cause I'm stressin badda den a bitch my nigga Den fucked round got a hoe pregnant My lawyer hollerin' nigga pay me Niggas locked up tryna spray me I gotta warrant so I'm shakin' Seems like I'm all out of blessings Don't know if god tryin' test me Tried to help a nigga n he waste me To tell you da truth, I'm stressin' Den fucked round got a hoe pregnant My lawyer hollerin' nigga pay me Niggas locked up tryna spray me I gotta warrant so I'm shakin' Seems like I'm all out of blessings Don't know if god tryin' test me Tried to help a nigga n he waste me To tell you da truth, I'm stressin' Chea my rent due n I'm stressin' Landlord jest called with a message Say I gotta be out by da 7th man I'm sick and tired of dis mess It's like god is takin' my blessings Bad luck is all in my presents Fuck round n I gotta chick pregnant What da hell umma do with dat baby How da hell I'm gone tell my lady I'm drunk ass hell in my zone I gotta fifth of hen n it's gone I'm fucked up n I'm stressin' I can't seem to ease dat pressure Fuck nigga's can't make it no betta Des craka'z trna take my life Nigga's mad n hate what I'm makin' Heard da feds is out with my face Now I'm scared ass hell and I'm shakin' I can't go to jail I'm on paypa's Now dem nigga's den start with dat hatin' I'm tryna help dem nigga's see paypa But dey dan fucked around with da fed Now I'm stressed n pullin' my dreads Dem fuck nigga's deserve to be dead Den fucked round got a hoe pregnant My lawyer hollerin' nigga pay me Niggas locked up tryna spray me I gotta warrant so I'm shakin' Seems like I'm all out of blessings Don't know if god tryin' test me Tried to help a nigga n he waste me To tell you da truth, I'm stressin' Den fucked round got a hoe pregnant My lawyer hollerin' nigga pay me Niggas locked up tryna spray me I gotta warrant so I'm shakin' Seems like I'm all out of blessings Don't know if god tryin' test me Tried to help a nigga n he waste me To tell you da truth, I'm stressin' Chea I can't wait for losin', I'm stressin' I dropped a quarch of my flesh man I'm tired as god is my witness Tryna smile but pain is my vesion Man I'm tired of lyin' to my folk Fuck round n I'm serving' dat coke Baby mama tryna take me to court Tryna holla 'bout child support Fuck round n I got me on paypa's Now I'm mad as hell I can't take it I drop n pray to my maker Dear lord if hear my prayer I'm stressed n I can't go on It's like I'm all out of blessings lord I'm alone n nobody to call I got bills but da money can't solve Mama cryin' but her tears jest fall (Ahhh, I'm stressin') Big cats what I'm gone do nah Des craka'z wanna take my ride Dey wanna take me away fo'life See my body can't take nomo It's like a yung nigga life so wrong No pain my feelings gone Den fucked round got a hoe pregnant My lawyer hollerin' nigga pay me Niggas locked up tryna spray me I gotta warrant so I'm shakin' Seems like I'm all out of blessings Don't know if god tryin' test me Tried to help a nigga n he waste me To tell you da truth, I'm stressin' Den fucked round got a hoe pregnant My lawyer hollerin' nigga pay me Niggas locked up tryna spray me I gotta warrant so I'm shakin' Seems like I'm all out of blessings Don't know if god tryin' test me Tried to help a nigga n he waste me To tell you da truth, I'm stressin' Chea n I do it fo my nigga's in jail Doin' time tryna make bail I hold it down fo dem nigga's don't tell Let 'em know dey gone see dat appeal Let 'em know it's da real nigga watchin' N neva mind I grindin' dey stopin' So middle finger's to dem fuckin' feds Dey gave my dawg 25 in da pen All mah snitch niggas say he did it With no lawyers da judge don't bend CusSupa Jock I lov ya homie So I put dat shit on my kin n up on my unborn kin So we once u a nigga dat's gone Is locked up with a struggle at home Put'cha hands up in da sky Let'em know dat he ain't at alone Da real nigga's hold it down at home Da real nigga's gone hold dey own, hold dey own Den fucked round got a hoe pregnant My lawyer hollerin' nigga pay me Niggas locked up tryna spray me I gotta warrant so I'm shakin' Seems like I'm all out of blessings Don't know if god tryin' test me Tried to help a nigga n he waste me To tell you da truth, I'm stressin' Den fucked round got a hoe pregnant My lawyer hollerin' nigga pay me Niggas locked up tryna spray me I gotta warrant so I'm shakin' Seems like I'm all out of blessings Don't know if god tryin' test me Tried to help a nigga n he waste me To tell you da truth, I'm stressin'

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Says she wanna runnin with the jeep, yeah yeah yeah Hey Says she wanna runnin with the jeep, yeah yeah yeah Hey Pull up in the spot, when you ready All designer owned, what I'm wearing Jody cannot keep, keeps on starin' Gonna make ya teasin' in the clearin' When all your friends ask, what do we tell 'em That you're feeling good and better This is for the streets, this ain't valid Make such a way for the way Hold up, buddy slow up Like a rubber wheel, roll up Body like a bottle of Coke-a-Cola We don't give a fuck, yeah tell 'em Rich Says she wanna runnin with the jeep I be somewhere slobbin' on the quick I just had my fortress of the week Get the beat, get the sweet, get the eat Says she wanna runnin with the jeep Hey Says she wanna runnin with the jeep Hey B12 guys fuckin' fear Times on blind on the projects Had too many shots, fuck, is this real Smokin' on the bomb like it's cookin' Pushin' up soda like a spoon straw Said she like to go fast Sold her like a sports car We friends that go hard Rest until we get knocked off Tunnel like a call Baby you can take your top off Hold up, buddy slow up Like a rubber wheel, roll up Body like a bottle of Coke-a-Cola We don't give a fuck, yeah tell 'em Rich Says she wanna runnin with the jeep I be somewhere slobbin' on the quick I just had my fortress of the week Get the beat, get the sweet, get the eat Says she wanna runnin with the jeep Says she wanna runnin with the jeep