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Free Squeeze (Official Music Video)
Lil Poppa
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(Jay Foreign)
I can't lie, I woke up hot 'cause another nigga dissed me
Check my DM and it's another bitch missing
If another nigga play, gon' be a couple niggas missing
A bitch know that I don't go nowhere without this glizzy
That time I did, I don't regret it
Come on, let's pop out, I'm with Chevy
Ain't backing down, you niggas know
Who ran the town before I stepped in
Done paid my dues on the West, know I stayed that way for a minute
Done made every pop on the South
They ain't spending no less than fifty
Still know some hoes from that North, gutter bitches, real dirty
Like what's the low? I know you know
Bitch, what's the ticket? We'll split it
Okay, my attitude real rude, my girl a real princess
A gentleman because I'm laying something
That gangster shit, we'll deal with it
I just popped one, went to sleep, woke up, I still feel it
Oh, you ain't shot nothing? You ain't fooling me, I know you didn't
Okay, we got one straight out the press
Before you missed it, sold a witness
I'm sliding solo dolo with it, I don't need no co-defense
Okay, now, bitch, please
Give me the keys to open up the gates, I'm finna free squeeze
Heard that boy hit up, he can't get up, shit look like switch cheese
Oh, you the sinner, oh man, young Jesus
The diamonds dance, Chris Breezy
All in New Orleans pouring drank, bitch
I can't lie, I feel like Lil Weezy
Said don't come asking for some shit that
You can't do 'cause I can't do it neither
Bring a couple two-liters, Percocets, a few E's
Ayy, so I ain't through, I'm tryna
Make another story for the newspaper
Should've watched my cousin beat the pot, he don't use beats
I don't ask and I don't take, I ain't a snake and I don't use people
Said I don't trust who in the head, I'm
Living dead, I guess I'm him if God choose me
Bitch, I'm a vampire, when I come out, I won't lie to confuse people
Bitch, go get your manager, I don't conversate with roomies
Fifteen-minute calls reminiscing
"Bro, what you finna do?" He said, "Go probably eat a brick"
"What's your plans when you touch down?
" He said, "Go probably hit a lick"
Nah, bitch, we lit now
When I pull up, it's a line outside, shit look like Slick now
It's 2010, don't make me, I can spin a bin, nigga, get down
Ayy, spin again, if they wasn't here
That first, I bet them niggas here now
I guess the hardest shit to drop this
Year, ayy, tell 'em put that shit down
Call that shit "Confessed" already, we're on
Investigation three and it ain't even out
Ayy, dream big, don't complain 'bout what
You ain't did and the shit you ain't got
The fiends out, that's what got my jeans knotted
Niggas talk that shit, but they gon' have to be 'bout it
'Cause if they not, then we gon' have to see 'bout it
All in Miami with it out and we ain't tucking
And I'm chilling, nigga, fuck it
Like, what he on? He ain't on nothing
I see his heart all in his stomach
Karma a bad, bad bitch, if you play with her, shit get ugly
Only lay with you 'cause I trust you
Save all that bitch girl talk for when we fucking
Okay, now, bitch, please
Give me the keys to open up the gates, I'm finna free squeeze
Heard that boy hit up, he can't get up, shit look like switch cheese
Oh, you the sinner, oh man, young Jesus
The diamonds dance, Chris Breezy
All in New Orleans pouring drank, bitch
I can't lie, I feel like Lil Weezy
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