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letra de squeezed up - drebo

[verse 1]
drebo on the squeezy, i’ll be postin where i be
and baby love the squad i guess she dig the family
100 for my dogs cuz they gon’ ride till they on e
i always keep that stinger cuz we tote that b-mblebee
n-gg-s man they fake they ain’t that real as you can see
b-tches f-ckin off they got a man that shit is creep
shawty rollin off the xans she popped off what she keep
i know you see me coming up, you hate that’s why you peep
ain’t got no time for b-tches f-ck these hoes they just some freaks
wake up bust a nut i left my kids all in her sheets
n-gg- going crazy i’m off the dope i’m on the beat
ion give a f-ck bout no b-tch boy you sleep
pour a four up in the sprite , that shit look pink
b-tch give me top, give me brain, she can’t think
bank roll getting long while yo shit its gon shrink
now yo b-tch gone in a second in a blink
she claiming that she love you she can tell you anything
ain’t f-cking with that cuffing, you can keep your wedding ring
diamonds get her wet, she said she want to f-ck my bling
walk up in the kitchen with the birdies make em’ sing
my n-gg-s them they shootin like tony dunkin’ like tim
lil’ baby said she tired of losing she wanna win
booted up poppin’ that pussy she make me grin
that’s why i ain’t never gon tell her i love her never again
id rather get the cake you can kick it with all your friends
your n-gg- tatted up i’m real inky, just like a pen
and n-gg- you ain’t f-ckin with squeezy so don’t pretend
i only love my bros and stay solid with all my kin
n-gg-s always think that they ballin then wheres the gym
you know i got that franklin he on me so let me in
and rambo always keep two glock 40s he call them twins
threw your b-tch up in the water she drowning she couldn’t swim

[hook]
yeah, ballin just like gym
n-gg-s squeezed up, b-tch i’m shootin at the rim
i swear i’m polo’d down, polo drawls and the timbs
a n-gg- jeweled up, yeah camera just his film
telbo thats my n-gg- we rollin up a f-cking wood
my money yea its long, and of course this shit stay good
cheese thats my dawg we be sliding through the hood
i know these n-gg-s hate, b-tches yea they understood

[verse 2]
and n-gg-s try to rob the boy ain’t let em get to me
nah, i swear i got this ’40 and this shit gon’ spray for me
yea and cello that’s my n-gg- he will cook your bakery
you talking ’bout she really love you b-tch she’s on the team
i know she’s tryna act like she don’t even want the lean
i swear i hit that b-tch, i think i broke her d-mn bed springs
yea, you know i’m drebo squeezy, you know i’m sliding through and out
yea my n-gg- got the codeine, so of course we in the drought
the f-ck you n-gg-s sayin you don’t really watch your mouth
yea, my n-gg-s they be wild’n cuz i guess they from the south
you talkin’ bout you know me b-tch, what’s really going down
breezy just bought a chopper and that b-tch a hunnid rounds

[outro]
…yea squeezy

- drebo

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