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pooh shiesty - squeeze on em lyrics

[intro: 42 dugg & pooh shiesty]
free them boys
big blrrrd

[verse 1: 42 dugg & pooh shiesty]
please don’t get me tempted, i’m in mem’ for all my cook supplies
tens throw off your life, call up my— and get you cooked for nine
ten been kinda weak this past three, i had to mix it up
fifteen and two bad, call up the guys, they come to pick you up
murder him, call my youngin pooh, know he with 30 ‘nem
brrt, brrt, that’s the only sound the chopper make
old+school woody still work goody, b+tch thought it was out+to+date
got the drac’, n+ggas ain’t talkin’ crazy, b+tch, but i’m prepared
350 online, not from mine, i’m still the type to go pop a xan’
drop his mans, up on fans, yeah, we with all the bullsh+t (watch that n+gga)
we sound like t ridin’ with a full clip
lam’ truck, ram truck, my youngins ready to blam somethin’
this thirty not made by glock, i hopе this b+tch don’t jam
in the hood with all this cheese on me (on onе, b+tch)
see a f+ck n+gga, i might squeeze on him (squeeze on him)
ot, i don’t think mean somethin’ (mean somethin’, yeah)
everybody got a chopper now
[verse 2: pooh shiesty]
ayy, all these n+ggas my imposters now
more comfortable when robbers ’round
suppressor on my mac, when he got whacked, this sh+t ain’t make a sound
i been ducked off in the d for ’bout a week, flew out to knock somethin’ down
fully automatics, hear that, “blrrrd,” you know that sh+t was us
two hundred thousand on me now, still quick to pick my ski mask up
got rich as f+ck, i switched it up, now it’s hits out the bentley truck
42 shiesty out the drac’, i sent that on a sprint’ to dugg (blrrrd), all off the love
bangin’ cge for life, that’s somethin’ you can’t put nothin’ above
no n+gga with me ain’t gettin’ searched, yeah, glock in the club
love performin’ with this glizzy pokin’, you know i don’t give a f+ck
man, i can’t believe he stuck around twenty years just to give us up
he closed case, i think about money and murder all day
how a young n+gga thirteen ridin’ ray, still got they baby face?
serve you wock’, you better not play, i’ma rob you if your sh+t fake
palm angel, white forces, ruger+5.7 tucked
take me back to stretchin’ days, i got that feeling like i struck
just know that ho was cap as h+ll if she wasn’t bad and thick as f+ck
ain’t no more slidin’ for my lil’ n+gga, his dumb ass wasn’t maskin’ up, blrrrd
yeah, his dumb ass wasn’t even maskin’ up, blrrrd
blrrrd, big blrrrd, big blrrrd, blrrrd

- pooh shiesty lyrics

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