Pressure In My Palms Lyrics - Aminé | Slowthai

Pressure in my palms (Yeah, I got that)
Pressure in my palms (Boy, I got that)
Pressure sweatin’ in my, pressure sweatin’ in my (Yeah)
Pressure sweatin’ in my palms (Yeah, limbo)
Pressure in my palms
Pressure in my palms
Pressure sweatin’ in my, pressure sweatin’ in my
Pressure sweatin’ in my palms (Goddamn it)

This is Britney Spears when she was bald, nigga (Yeah)
Punkin’ niggas way before there was Punk’d, nigga (True)
Smokin’ Ashton Kush so I calm down, nigga (Yeah)
We don’t wanna hear your mixtape, my nigga
I fade niggas like barbers (Oh)
I got more pressure in my palms than Arthur (Oh, oh)
Man, this like when Fergie peed her pants
That’s when Honey used to dance
Matt Barnes verse Derek Fisher, caught you niggas in a (Uh)
I hate when niggas don’t finish they fuckin’ sentences (Yeah)
If Steve Harvey say my name wrong, I’ll catch a sentencin’ (oh)
Malice at the Palace or Winona up in Saks Fifth
This is Metta World Peace before the peace came, bitch (Oh, oh)

Pressure in my palms (Yeah, I got that)
Pressure in my palms (Boy, I got that)
Pressure sweatin’ in my, pressure sweatin’ in my (Yeah)
Pressure sweatin’ in my palms (Yeah)

Why they keep eyein’ me? Why they keep eyein’ me?
Blankets mahogany, your head leakin’ burgundy (Ah)
Menace to society, you’re more Ron Weasley (Brrt)
Into gynecology, you’re pussy and that’s peachy
I hate a bitch who think a baby finna keep a nigga (I hate you ho)
Why every time he see his kids, we gotta see the picture? (I hate you too man)
I do it bigger, know I’m ballin’, don’t you see the ticker? (Yeah)Feel like I’mHarden, I was shootin’ on Artesia with him (Yeah)
Baby said she need commitment (Uh-huh), I guess I’ll think about it (Yo)
I never leave without it (Yo), he down to squeeze, I doubt it
I keep her bad and bougie, booty on a hundred thousand (Uh-huh)
Big headed, barely fit her weave around it (Ayy), Norf

Pressure in my palms (Woah)
Pressure in my palms (Boy, I got that)
Pressure sweatin’ in my, pressure sweatin’ in my (Yeah)

Pressure sweatin’ in my palms (Yeah, goddamn it)

Don’t let anger control you
Don’t let anger control you
Pressure in my palms (Yee)
Pressure in my palms, boy, I got (Oh shit)
Pressure in my palms (Yeah, yeah)
Pressure in my palms, boy, I got (Yeah)
(Hold on, I gotta pull out my phone)
Pressure in my palms (Yeah)
Pressure in my palms, boy, I got (Yeah, low)

I blow the smoke in your face
You niggas think you runnin’ shit, but runnin’ in place
I’m takin’ the base, yeah, I’m takin’ it home
I’m a young Jackie, nigga, if I hit it, it’s gone
You Bisquick scallywag silly muthafuckas
I do yo ass the same way that Ye did Taylor
Or how they did Janet, you wouldn’t understand it
Hola, hola, hola, yeah, a nigga failed Spanish
Passive aggressive niggas who passive, I can’t save ya
Anticipatin’ patience is somethin’ I cannot favor
Goodbye to you bitch niggas, I’ll probably see you never
How could you hate on us? Come on, homie, we major
We major?
Come on, homie, we major
The ice so cold and, nigga, I don’t do favors
I did it on my own and I’ll do it again
Bitch, I gets mine, fuck a nigga’s cosign, singin’

Pressure in my palms (Pressure in my palms)
Pressure in my palms, boy I got
Pressure in my palms (The feelin’ so unknown, baby)
Pressure in my palms
Pressure in my palms (Pressure in my palms)
Pressure in my palms, boy I got
Pressure in my palms (And I don’t know)
Pressure in my palms (If I got it goin’ on)

There ain’t no money in havin’ hate in your heart
There ain’t no money in that shit, bro
That’s, that’s broke nigga shit to have hate in your heart
I know very untalented people with a lot of love in their heart who are doing great