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powerball - lil squeakarius lyrics

[intro: lil squeaky]
b*tch!
yall ready know what the f*ck goin’ on
aye
i’m gettin’ bored of spendin’ all this money
entered the powerball and i won it
yeah
aye
aye
aye!

[verse 1: lil squeaky]
wake up at 4 am
i pray to myself and i say “amen”
gotta get rid of my old ass benz
i copped a 2020 phantom instead
lean in my cereal start my day off wit a trip
i go out and everyone wantin’ my drip
people askin’ for features they really just kids
i know ain’t even gon be hot for a blip
all ya exes want hop in my whip
they yankin’ my ice, they prolly gon slip
when they at my crib i pirate netflix
and we watch ice age continental drift
took yo f*ckin spouse, put it in her mouth
drip it end the drought, you gon f*ckin drown
never had a doubt, every second count
let my n*ggas out, we gon k!ll these clowns
i’m in god mode everything around me gold
diamonds on my neck and wrist, everything is froze
imma crip, spill blood when i bring the pole
s*x money murder, yeah that’s how i roll
diamonds on my watch piece, dinner with yo auntie
never love a thotty, they tell me i’m c*cky
but them n*ggas p*ssy and them n*ggas copy
they hatin’ imma let em’ talk to the shotty
[hook: lil squeaky]
b*tch! you is a snitch! (snitch!)
b*tch! talk to the wrist! (wrist)
b*tch! don’t f*ck with the kid! (kid!)
or you gon get hit wit the stick!
my car my house my bank account looks like i won the powerball (b*tch!)
touch my gang yo gang gon wonder why you ain’t around no more (b*tch!)

[verse 2: lil jdog]
120 car whip*fast like i’m sonic
b*tches in my dms but i keep it platonic
sippin’ that tonic. getting me toxic
need a large fork cuz i can’t eat with a chipstick
i must admit my humor ironic
poppin an addy then i’m high like a comment
hit up ohnoitsrobo we keep it biotic
i don’t give a f*ck about none of your comments
we cool if u you f*ck with the vision
no talent just practice i want it then did it
glock hit you up mcree with precision
my bag gon snap if i catch u f*ckin all wit it
i’m tryna make my bars more wacky or litty
i suck on her tiddy then i’m bending her over
cuz i got some bars in my head that need me said
i’m just giving you closer
she be a poser, suck my bulldozer
just got my license i’m whippin’ that rover
in the gc, i find it hard to keep composer
i’m worth more then i look i just need the exposure
some this rappers sh*t i’m smelling the odor
i see the green then i bag it up like a grocer
running around in a rover
if i see ops is over, send a god strait to jahova
losing my drive i think i need an uber
awkward and h*rny i’m shaking at hooters
stole my friend’s games as a kid call me a looter
i don’t f*ck with guns i barely even play shooters
i keep it humble pickup food in a cooper
i’m loving this b*tch but her sister is cuter
money stack so much u think i’m a duper
her p*ssy got me stupid but she is a tutor
[hook: lil squeaky]
b*tch! you is a snitch! (snitch!)
b*tch! talk to the wrist! (wrist)
b*tch! don’t f*ck with the kid! (kid!)
or you gon get hit wit the stick!
my car my house my bank account looks like i won the powerball (b*tch!)
touch my gang yo gang gon wonder why you ain’t around no more (b*tch!)

- lil squeakarius lyrics

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