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butter to make it better Farmhouse love! out loud! The piggy wiggy squeels and makes a damn fine meal That butterfly's a catterpillar if ya realize That
butter to make it better Farmhouse love! out loud! The piggy wiggy squeels and makes a damn fine meal That butterfly's a catterpillar if ya realize That
thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill But rub me the wrong way, nigga and I will Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel 'Cause niggas'll put
more bibles every time they on appeal And these niggas getting shot up ain't nobody finna squeel in the hood Asa alema le kom Money on the table Tryina'
Sumthin They Say Thou Shall Not Steal, Thou Shall Not Kill But Rub Me The Wrong Way, Nigga And I Will Thou Shall Not Cheat, Thou Shall Not Squeel
That's the way that I feel Solo dolo cuz I don't know who's gon squeel Solo dolo cuz I hardly see anyone that's real Rather go and make my own moves Stay
and bogart, I hit hard Set em up to get wet up, dump em in somebody's yard Tie em up and make em squeel The last three words he hears is 'keep it real'
yeah I'll never squeel Lick on yo b*tch bet I make her squeel Ain't got no time for love yeah I'm steady bag chasing Bag chasing yeah that's probably
Don't tell, don't squeel Don't tell, don't squeel Fuck a pig fuck a cop Fuck the 12 fuck the ops Fuck a pig fuck a cop Fuck the 12 fuck the ops Fuck
know if bitches gonna keep it real I make money without a deal And now you know the deal And 12 gonna try to give me life to see if a nigga squeel But
now Couple more gyal affi go squeel like wow Hey daddy hunt the money Show me how fi dweet me want fi learn you zimmi The system pressure mummy but me
( Chorus ) I smoke weed dont pop no pills Her ass soft so you know it’s real Rat ass niggas all they do is squeel Moving silent when i go for
say dat they hard But be the first to squeel From way b4 16 We been behind the wheel And if it all falls off They know I'm riding still I give
I got a streets on hype I got big deals, big squeels, big wheels, big pipes Twenty-inches row - going get these hoes Pinky hoes - when I roll
the squeel To my young homeboy, we ain't never gettn' out It's a record for you homie, 'cause I know you got caught One love, eastside, that's how we do
I got a streets on hype I got big deals, big squeels, big wheels, big pipes Twenty-inches row - going get these hoes Pinky hoes - when I roll
let's dance Well the bluejean bop is the bop for me It's the bop that's done in a dungaree You flip your hip, free your knee Squeel on your heel
I got a streets on hype I got big deals, big squeels, big wheels, big pipes Twenty-inches row - going get these hoes Pinky hoes - when I roll
rattle, squeel, boing Honk, hoot, hack, belch
a punk, then I'll just pop you in the lip And show you the deal, now how did that feel You know I'm killin' any pig that squeels I'm fillin' up reels
ready to do it Don't think a nigga nice, these niggas is stupid Man, signed a deal, rap'd sell And these niggas straight gay, these niggas is squeel, it
His mantle is wigged, you watch the pig squeel Ain't no big deal, far better worse was done to us It's time he run from us, nigga grab your gun
Technology Servin' on the wheels of steel and we're real And if you squeel you're killed, pimp, that's the deal Big Breed, I'm servin' at the top of my
and hair weave The crime boss, takin no loss, excessive force We can play the A-Train, back of the iron horse Yo man, knahmsayin? Fuck it man *car squeels
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