Lil Poppa - Free Squeeze lyrics
Janarious Mykel Wheeler
[Lil Poppa - Free Squeeze lyrics]
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I can't lie I woke up hot
'cause another nigga dissed me
Checked my DM and it's another bitch miss me
If another nigga play
It's go 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 said it
Been 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 the North
Gutta bitches real gritty
Like, what's the lo'? I know you know, bitch
What's the ticket? We'll split it
Okay, my attitude real rude
My girl real pretty
A gentleman because I'm Lynn son
That gangster shit Will did it
I just popped one, went to sleep, woke up
I still feel it boy, you ain't shot nothing
You ain't fooling me, i know you didn't
Okay, we got one
Straight off the press before you
Mix the soda with it
I'm sliding solo, dolo with it
I don't need no co-defendant
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 swiss cheese
Oh, you the snow man, Young Jeezy
Your diamonds dance, Chris Breezy
All in New Orleans pouring drink
Bitch, I can't lie, I feel like Lil Weezy
Bitch, 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 eaters swing through
I'm tryna make another story
For the news people
Sit and watch my cousin beat the pot
He don't use beakers
I don't ask and I don't take
I ain't a snake and I don't use people
Straight out of 1228, I'm
Living great, I guess
I'm him if God choose people
Bitch, I'm a vampire but I come out when
I want I like to confuse people
Bitch go get your manager
I don't conversant with rude people
Fifteen minute call, reminiscing bro
"What you finna do?"
He say "Go prolly eat a brick"
"What's your plans when you
Touchdown?", he say
"Go probably hit a lick"
Nah, bitch, we lit now, when I
Pull up it's a line outside
Shit look like Slick house in 2010
Don't make them youngins spin a bend, nigga
Get down
Ayy, spin again if they wasn't hit at first
I bet them niggas hit now
Blessed, I Guess the hardest shit
To drop this year, ayy
Tell them put that shit down
Calling second best already with
Under Investigation 3, it ain't even out
Dream big
Don't complain about 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 ya
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 big 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 swiss cheese
Oh, you the snow man, Young Jeezy
Your diamonds dance, Chris Breezy
All in New Orleans pouring drink
Bitch, I can't lie, I feel like Lil Weezy
I can't lie I woke up hot
'cause another nigga dissed me
Checked my DM and it's another bitch miss me
If another nigga play
It's go 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 said it
Been 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 the North
Gutta bitches real gritty
Like, what's the lo'? I know you know, bitch
What's the ticket? We'll split it
Okay, my attitude real rude
My girl real pretty
A gentleman because I'm Lynn son
That gangster shit Will did it
I just popped one, went to sleep, woke up
I still feel it boy, you ain't shot nothing
You ain't fooling me, i know you didn't
Okay, we got one
Straight off the press before you
Mix the soda with it
I'm sliding solo, dolo with it
I don't need no co-defendant
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 swiss cheese
Oh, you the snow man, Young Jeezy
Your diamonds dance, Chris Breezy
All in New Orleans pouring drink
Bitch, I can't lie, I feel like Lil Weezy
Bitch, 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 eaters swing through
I'm tryna make another story
For the news people
Sit and watch my cousin beat the pot
He don't use beakers
I don't ask and I don't take
I ain't a snake and I don't use people
Straight out of 1228, I'm
Living great, I guess
I'm him if God choose people
Bitch, I'm a vampire but I come out when
I want I like to confuse people
Bitch go get your manager
I don't conversant with rude people
Fifteen minute call, reminiscing bro
"What you finna do?"
He say "Go prolly eat a brick"
"What's your plans when you
Touchdown?", he say
"Go probably hit a lick"
Nah, bitch, we lit now, when I
Pull up it's a line outside
Shit look like Slick house in 2010
Don't make them youngins spin a bend, nigga
Get down
Ayy, spin again if they wasn't hit at first
I bet them niggas hit now
Blessed, I Guess the hardest shit
To drop this year, ayy
Tell them put that shit down
Calling second best already with
Under Investigation 3, it ain't even out
Dream big
Don't complain about 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 ya
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 big 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 swiss cheese
Oh, you the snow man, Young Jeezy
Your diamonds dance, Chris Breezy
All in New Orleans pouring drink
Bitch, I can't lie, I feel like Lil Weezy