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reeko squeeze - don't rave much lyrics

[verse 1: reeko squeeze]
phone me, yea i get it
racks off of ten pound credit
authentic, yeah i said it
he said he straight grove, don’t beg it
we don’t want arms, for-leg it
man ah chop up the ting, man ah edit
money habit, straight fetish
if you bill up the line, man ah spread it
stepped in the booth
brought all around ah my thing
and i’m tired, i’m sick of these yutes
can’t believe what you’re listening to
free l lie
f-ck what you hear, them opps just tell lie
like why lie?
don’t send for me, cuh i ain’t sendin back
round of applause, imma let it clap
stand an ovation, imma sit him back
i’ll risk it for a biscuit
if i go broke i’ll fix it like kwik-fit
juggling packs, imma flip this

[hook: reeko squeeze]
i don’t rave much
i don’t rave much
we just link up and pat an opp and blaze up
my young gs got razors
j the local shavers
case after cases
custody squad
we the most outrageous

[verse 2: reeko squeeze]
i’ll risk it for a biscuit
i don’t like n-ggas like dstrkt
cut off forces like misfits
b-tch n-ggas pull b-tch-fits
big judger like here, come and go hit this
i’m feedin cats them whispers
all them chattin these whispers
b-tch n-ggas and b-tches takin all them pictures
still link a n-gga for them pictures
my n-ggas old school pitchers
i’m talkin back like kickers
bro talk up cuh we out here
slap it off and let the crowd stare
hole in one and let the crowd cheer
talkin ’bout your block, i’ve been round there
snitch and bang like how fair
finger me like i don’t care

- reeko squeeze lyrics

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