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letra de 3rd degree - squeeks

[intro]

[verse 1: squeeks]
your main b-tch wanna be my side piece
in my sp-ceship eyes looking chinese
got two clips they’ll be looking siamese
few big sticks i’ll be looking 19
i doubled that
i lost a few bags donnys had to run it back
i was shotting crack since i knew about the thundercats (uhh)
i make it stretch no rubber bands
bad b-tches on deck all colour gang
got a white bit yeah she wanna have a light skin chit
couple brown tings always wanna ride my (haan)
time flys so quick
i grind no shift
my lines so piff you could sniff it up
they say music be the drug now
a few attempts n-ggas tryna get me gunned down (pshh)
but you n-ggas still standing
you know i fly high some call me richard branson
i’m always with my goons, love me like i’m tom cruise
you leave your girl around squeek that’s the wrong move
sometimes i get lonely
i might be on my strip with that angelina jolie, you know me
a/c on you feel the cool breeze
where i’m from everybody know talks cheap
so i already say a word, don’t get sh-t of views cah i put it in the verse
go to church on these n-ggas
10 bags for my whip
black on black sh-t you know i swerve on you n-ggas
17, got heart, f-ck school i’m with the k!llers
cannon in my hand you know i burn all you n-ggas
i made a name yeah they wish that i wouldn’t
i changed the game they thought that i couldn’t
squeek
now i got my whole city looking
know i’m the truth i’m the proof in the pudding
these p-ssies ain’t living like me
f-ck them cah they don’t get it like me
and i don’t see no b-tches around you
all i see are these groupies around me
i don’t pay for p-ssy (haan)
see you, you made of p-ssy
big dog i don’t play with rookies (nah)
i’m in a league of my own
pr-cks want to be like me get a clone
chicks want to be my miss you a ho
all i see is green lights n-ggas got to go (uhh)
no red no yellow
b-tch boys turn soft when the nitties turn jello
from the day i was born i lived that ghetto
keep showing off your wrist you won’t see that kettle
i could be that devil
lord knows i’m an angel
smoking on z’s while you’re blowing on them 8 b-lls
all my goons gon march way before april
yeah, i thank the lord man i’m grateful
now they want to put me on the stage cah we running
this f-cking rap sh-t i hope you suckers see us coming
i dream bout nothing, black out i blame my weed habbits
rats gets the mac out i let it squeeze at him (uhh)
black clothes no jewelery on
cash flow still blow my tooley though
yeah, true story never tell a tale
i didn’t know him but rest in peace, l
i remember time with the fish scale weighing up keys now me and my connect don’t speak but
yeah, i kept calm, still i kick rhymes
i bled once man i shouldn’t let sh-t slide
and n-ggas fake this a b-tch life
still spitting rhymes all because i’m gunna live nice
come to think of it i would of gave you everything
married to the streets gave her the wedding ring (uhh)
and n-ggas fake cause they b-tch made
n-ggas get rich i see how sh-t change
big chain always hanging off my kneck
grew up in, izzy n-ggas better show me some respect
i was 17 banging on a spesh
n-gga high 18 big 57 on my chest
every manor got a ghetto every ghetto got a manor
some n-ggas banging some just rock the bandanas
some will leave you f-cking brains hanging on your scanner
cause they all want a name cah they fell it make them badder
till they end up in the jail house and now they riding bang up
24 hour no fun just bang up
free my n-gga ron that’s a crazy motherf-cker that’s my right hand man i swear that n-gga like my brother
word to my mother we got plans of getting rich
big squeeks, sbtv, 3rd degree burns

- squeeks

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