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squalle – new levels lyrics

[hook: squalle]
i feel like a million dollars
got a millie on the collar
i got these hoes sayin’ squalle got em
whole world screamin’ squalle shot em
yea yea
i feel like the realest out
cuz im hotter than the devil
new rocks on the bezzle
and im poppin’ like a kettle
unh
i’m runnin’ sh-t i needa medal
bad hoes i got several
we goin’ up to new levels! unh!!!

[verse 1: squalle]
started from the bottom now we way up
neva sold my soul i gotta straight up, these n-ggas thought i was gone change up
once i got my change up
i made it happen i just copped the bag and f-cked the game up. ugh
been going hard all summer,big sh-t no plunga
i made it stretch like lunges..
i will not beef with these lame n-ggas if it ain’t bout commas
im 10 toes down when it come to the drama i put that sh-t on my mama
i thumb thru it ima house hold name in every state
i got them bands i got them sticks i feel like bama state
control yo hoe i make her take my bricks from state to state
i dog that hoe i eat the plate and then she l!ck the plate
my n-ggas gone make the play i feel like brady
big pistol clip hold 20 rounds plus 80
never been lazy
i’m goin’ crazy
i got the white girl no katie
and i want all the smoke with my haters
i am lebron james to the lakers
i feel like a…

[verse 2: squalle]
you n-ggas keep the peace
cuz i keep the piece…
big dog sh-t i think i need a leash
squalle shot em left em in the street
i just kilt the haters tell em rest in peace. (rip)
when i hit the hood these n-ggas know whats poppin
hit em with that choppa if he got a problem
im all about a dollar
put that on my mama
thumbing thru the check im f-ckin up the commas
i be in the trap i get h-lla luv
i grew up in the hood i came up with the thugs
i got what you need just let me hit the plug
he on speed dial
we dont do that snitchin sh-t we dont need a trail
whole team be on the block
young n-gga hot
gotta get to that guap
keepa full clip with da glock
gotta trap queen she mean with the pot
my grind dont stop
and im clean like a mop
we ain’t got love for the ops
give me my props…
ima clean -ss n-gga
f-ck you mean lil n-gga. ugh

- squalle lyrics

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