Late Night Pressure

Verse 1 (more filthy, more attitude)

Pull up in that blacked-out foreign, bitch don’t ask shit,
Neck so icy I could freeze a fuckin’ casket.
Shawty blowin’ up my line with that dramatic-ass madness,
Still let her in ’cause that body built like a bad habit.

Got Henny on deck and a blunt half lit,
She tryna play tough but she know who she with.
Talk crazy then crawl back, like “Daddy, don’t dip—”
I beat it up then vanish like a motherfuckin’ glitch.

Diamonds hittin’, whole lobby lookin’ starstruck,
Her man talk shit but that boy ain’t hard enough.
I ain’t tryna fight — I’m just tryna get her charged up,
She ride this dick once, now she swearin’ she in love — bitch, grow up.

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Hook (more explicit)

I’m that late-night pressure, girl, I fuck you way better,
Say you hate my guts but still reply to every letter.
You say you want love, but you want a real stepper,
Tell your goofy-ass man stop callin’, he ain’t on my level.

Late-night pressure, got you wetter than the summer,
Hop on this dick then I dip like a runner.
Say you hate me? That’s cap, motherfucker,
’Cause you always come back when you wanna feel somethin’ gutter.

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Verse 2 (filthy toxic energy)

I be in my zone, blowin’ smoke through the roof,
Bad bitch next to me, tongue sharp like the truth.
She like, “Why you gotta be an asshole?” — it’s the proof,
You fell for a dog, bitch, not a boy from the youth.

She love when I talk shit, nasty with intention,
Beat it on the balcony, neighbors pay attention.
Say she got a man — bitch, I don’t give a mention,
His calls come through while I’m deep in your tension.

Champagne drippin’ down your thighs — yeah, you like that,
Try to leave, then run back — get your mind back.
I ain’t here for cuddles or some fuckin’ high-class,
I’m here for the midnight smash and the climax.

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Hook (even rougher delivery)

I’m that late-night pressure, girl, I fuck you way better,
Say you hate my guts but still reply to every letter.
You say you want love, but you want a real stepper,
Tell your goofy-ass man stop callin’, he ain’t on my level.

Late-night pressure, got you wetter than the summer,
Hop on this dick then I dip like a runner.
Say you hate me? That’s cap, motherfucker,
’Cause you always come back when you wanna feel somethin’ gutter.

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Bridge (explicit toxic R&B)

You say you’re done with me — bitch, stop cappin’,
Every time I hit you up, that ass start snappin’.
Don’t pretend you want romance — you want action,
You want that pull-hair, choke-you-while-I’m-laughin’ passion.

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Outro

Yeah…
You know the fuckin’ vibes…
Late-night pressure…
Bad decisions…
You love this shit…

rap/ hip hop