Lyrics:
Doe B (R.I.P)
Free that nigga Squeaky (free lil' Squeaky)
Free that nigga Rover (Rover)
I keep Tay G with me 'cause that young nigga on go (TG)
Ayy,
of the squeaky horns
Was music to my ears
The last time I saw Paris
Her heart was warm and gay
No matter how they changed her
I'll remember her ah that way
Yes she is
Her reputation ain’t squeaky clean
A little gossip ain’t phasing me
So go ahead, say what you want
You can give a damn, but I don’t
be my last song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin' white boys, bumpin' dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight,
down the road
And come to Holiday Inn
If the traffic noise affects you
Like a squeaky violin
Kick your cares down the stairs
And come to Holiday
squeaky clean
She tastes of chlorine
My mammy
Love the movies, babe
Love to walk those movie sets
Get to shoot someone in the foot
Get to smoke
to Holiday Inn)
If the traffic noise affects you
Like a squeaky violin
Kick your cares down the stairs
Come to Holiday Inn
(If you can't find someone
And the walls are squeaky clean
I think you ain't been nowhere 'til
The town of biscuit city you have seen
I'd rather be in biscuit city
With my banjo in my hand
Grandma's squeaky swing
Sneaking out behind the barn
My love would meet me there
Tripping in the hallway
Over Grandpa's rocking chair
Back in
found songs to sing.
I dodged the same old taxicabs that I had dodged for years.
The chorus of their squeaky horns was music to my ears.
The last
to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
and birds found songs to sing.
I dodged the same old taxicabs that I had dodged for years.
The chorus of their squeaky horns was music to my ears.
you know the saying, "More money, more problems"
He like 'em freaky, pussy squeaky
Give me that tongue, make it leaky
I make it wet, nickname Fiji
the Geo
Bald-head bitch, I call her Ne-Yo, on that pole just like she Neo
Squeaky pussy, call it Theo, chipmunk pussy, yeah it's real
In the hole just
tweakin' for you, baby
You just keep it clean and squeaky for me, baby
You can tell by the way that a young nigga treat you
Body so curvy in a dress it's
down the road
And come to Holiday Inn
If the traffic noise affects you
Like a squeaky violin
Kick your cares down the stairs
And come to Holiday
Soon as they increase my pay
Starting from down
It's hard to keep your head
Makin love every night on a squeaky bed
That's life, that's the way it is
think I'm a crapper
Now look at me now I'm popping off
It so fucking laggy
Just look at my popularity
Ha ha hahah do you really think
I have a squeaky
Could you be, could you be squeaky clean and smash any hope of democracy
As the head line says you're free to choose
There's egg on your face and mud
background it ain't squeaky clean (shit)
Sometimes we all got to swim upstream
You ain't no saint, we all are sinners
But you put your good foot down
Could you be, could you be squeaky clean and smash any hope of democracy
As the headline says you're free to choose
There's egg on your face and mud
Could you be, could you be squeaky clean and smash any hope of democracy
As the head line says you're free to choose
There's egg on your face and mud
and birds found songs to sing.
I dodged the same old taxicabs that I had dodged for years.
The chorus of their squeaky horns was music to my ears.
found songs to sing.
I dodged the same old taxicabs that I had dodged for years.
The chorus of their squeaky horns was music to my ears.
The last
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