Lyrics:
call you my man yeah yeah yeah (Ok)
I need you (Need me?)
I want you (Want me?)
Have you hold you squeeze you (Ok)
So I'm going out (When?) every
takes, a beep to get near me, uh
And mama always told me
I could tell a real girl by the way that she hold me
I live the life of a G
But tonight girl,
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
to pull this ratchet out (yeah, uh, uh, Young Gunna)
Y'all told me to go next (Neef)
And I'ma be goddamned if I don't squeeze my cannon, holla
Yo, yo,
booby
Get it right, its Emilio Pucci, hoochie (hoochie)
Write for sci-fi, I'll be pipin' five pies, the cat went like the nine lives
Ten halves, five
sure
So I wreck like I'm posessed by Malcolm X
See the feds want us dead, we too complex
I always speak the truth, comin' from me to you
We movin'
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
know who I am
Everynow and then, she'll squeeze my hand
It's what I live for and it's why she don't die
So Mr. Larkin won't you
Won't you give me
why'all the type to hit three hundred bars and run out of rhymes
[Angie Martinez]
Brett, from my ByStorm family, with Angie
Come live from the streets,
My vision's clearer through the eyes of my shadow self
The night is young
The hunt is on
I refuse to live a life where I'm always second guessing
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
Live by a big blue screen
A revolution in killing machines
The illusion is real and in 3-D
I feel so at ease
Sit at home and watch you bleed
Rape my
Beverly Hills she want to live one day
I can get with that I drop you off home
I called you hit me back I want to dig that did I? I did that
Put it way
and break the rules of the golden bible
Come and take the bull by the horns and live it
Don't be square
No more
Be fire
Burn and
Destroy the taboos
want to live one day
I can get with that I drop you off home
I called you hit me back i want to dig that did I? I did that
Put it way up where her
Get rich help my nigga and fuck the fame
Sleep in peace my nigga imma carry yo name
Long Live J he was like my brother mane
223 They gone squeeze
I've been saved by a Honky Tonk Woman in high heel shoes
She's a funky little lady and her skintight jeans are used
She don't want no rolling toker
is good and knowable
The gentle moles that define your scapulae
Freckles, more fine
Your jagged teeth, one broken by a bottle
Your lips taste like
the old cemetary there's a place where
evil death live the sun nevers shines and the devil
walks by this place ain't nothin to mess with (Red Dirt Road)
Boasting about my numbers on YT
Forgetting the true essence about me
I'm no mother fucker bragger
I'm a mother fucking legend
I'm your stationery exit
All
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
twenty three inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
And live good
East coast, West coast, worldwide
All my playas in the hood,
I was sitting all alone
With nothing much to do
My eyes were clearly strained from
Seeking something from the blue
Impaired by clouds and fog
My
Watchin' Half Baked,
At the cabin by the Lake.
See the blue and white plates,
See the wood on the panel.
I may be Chanel Oat, Chilly O, Flannel Coat .
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