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reeko squeeze - me style 2 lyrics

[ reeko squeeze]

man’s used to this i ain’t new to this, (come on)
tell an uck face please move b-tch i’m ludacris (move b-tch)
stop feeding hoes go and feed your kids, we holdin’ food like a flipping fridge. (come on, come on)

stop telling lies i ain’t seen you ryd, i see you once, i ain’t seen you since, (but but) but what’s goody fam, (what’s good) man popped up with a mask on i’m the boogeyman (boo!)

i’ll hit him up then i’ll boogie fam, stretching packs i ain’t doing dabs, pulling up with food in cabs, my young boys they see ‘n’ grab, sneak this and that’s kinda sad, if we animals then i’m in noah’s ark, let nothing slide like come on man this ain’t a park, you’re a likkle fish and we some sharks

like fix up and play your part, stop swinging sh-t this ain’t no park, like cats demanding and cops [?], no tarrking i don’t know the answers, i risk it, i’m taking chances, you don’t know me if someone asks, i beg you pardon like someone farted, you ain’t scr-w-ng me, you just need gl-sses, (but but) but smoke on the ride, i’m rolling round in my thing and i’m tired i’m sick of these guys, internet goons i’m sick of these lies 3’nutcase, 200 perps like how the f-ck you gone buss case? for f-ck sake!

still at it though, jump out on a man boom! don’t panic bro, sink a boat like giggs or t-tanic, bro, man grew up from the soil, man’s organic bro, if you didn’t know

mad case, buju banton with the driver, with 2 packs, ambition as a rider, one man one move one driver, skengs on ped [?] with the slider, in an all black attire, mad case, whitney houston and bobby, all my young n-ggas, all tryna catch a body, 2 man one driver one dotty, one ped [?] and shotty, me and s, on your block and i’m sorry. feds on me like why me? fur jacket, eskimo like wiley, young boss like yb, twin barrel that’s siamese, i’m weeded, i stepped in all chinese, i stink of weed, don’t mind me, stepped in with a minion, operating a weapon straight from the kitchen, kitchen anything slipping. freshly home from prison, i tried tell him, ‘calm down you don’t listen,’ mummy thinks he’s missing

more time i’m hands on, nokias and samsungs, n-ggas scared like go find a tampon, i ain’t prayed, they’re mad long, n-ggas think they mad on

ay x3 (always)

get it how i live it
even up in jail
get it on a visit
i was messing with your girl
but i swear i never kissed it
that deep throat was swell but i swear i bl–dy eh
but i swear i bl–dy

get it how i live it
even up in jail
get it on a visit
i was messing with your girl
but i swear i never kissed it
that deep throat was swell but i swear i bl–dy eh
but i swear i bl–dy miss it

- reeko squeeze lyrics

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