Under Pressure

Album cover art for "Under Pressure" by Bodega Bamz

Bodega Bamz - Rap, Latin Trap

Under Pressure

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Lyrics

[Intro] Back at it (This is what music is supposed to sound like) [Chorus] This is what music supposed to sound like This is what music supposed to sound like This is what music supposed to sound like This is what music supposed to sound like This is what music supposed to sound like This is what music supposed to sound like This is what music supposed to sound like This is what music supposed to sound like [Interlude] If you tired of that garbage, tired of that weak shit I need you to raise your hand because I ain't here for nothin' else but to make history till my heart stop [Verse] I've been dropping the temperature, keep it moving or keep it G Keep me up in your prayers and keep me out of affairs That don't really concern or benefit me in any way [?] I'm ice on every summer day Fuck the applause, I'm fucking the broads Coming on panties and drawers, eyes wide, dropping they jaws Running out of patience with nobody to call Nobody do it better than the papi involved My own people hate, not bothered at all I got it bottled up, I'ma say how I feel Fuck you, look, fuck you and her Where's my "thank you, Bamz, you the king"? Where's "I appreciate all you bring"? Fuck being ashamed, be proud and powerful Even if it mean the black clouds on top of you Even when they say your name sound too Spanish Fuck Spain, pa, I'm Hispanic, Latino Tired of being second, winded, pimping out women Tired of being second, winded, raided our kitchen Tired of being pushed to the back when we the middle men Tired of y'all saying y'all plugs when we distributin' Tired of Reggaeton and what it did to our image Tired of all the racism up in this business Tired of Latin rappers always being ashamed This is me every day, this is me every day This is me every day, this is me every day [Interlude] We are gathered here, to give thank you to Papi Thank you, Papi, for ridding us of all this wack shit Excuse my language, Lord Jesus You see I swear to God, He sent you I swear to God, God sent you And for the player haters, copy cats Who can't stand to save you spot Keep pushing, baby, keep pushing [Chorus] This is what music supposed to sound like This is what music supposed to sound like This is what music supposed to sound like This is what music supposed to sound like This is what music supposed to sound like This is what music supposed to sound like This is what music supposed to sound like This is what music supposed to sound like

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Credits

Writers
  • Bodega Bamz