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me style - reeko squeeze lyrics

work work and i’m kway out
serve serve, i’m getting paid now
doing road, doing shows, in the trap i need a way out
been doing road since school playgrounds
i came through and i’m taxing ya
scrub mode, i came through in the p-ssenger
they know i came through with tracksuit mafia
anywhere i go you know i mash it up (you know)
you can see me rolling
brown girl came in, kelly rowland
we backwards rolling
bare green we smoking
straight authentic, that’s the slogan
my phone keeps blowing
my phone keeps going
kitty’s scoring, like michael owen
feds pull up, you know i’m blowing
like, why me? why me?
on a dej loaf ting, like try me, try me
listen
now listen here little n-gga
been active way before twitter
diss and that, chit and chat, it all sounds so bitter
let’s be real, you really ain’t no driller
f-ck a diss track
man know bare corn can crash your six pack
if dat
elevator, your chest manna lift that
gyal with the big back
ucky while i sit back
bro tark up cah we charged up (tark up)
we eating food and they doing drinks like starbucks
i heard them lies cah they tark much
from primary school i’ve been a dark f-ck
from a young buck, i’ve been making young bucks masked up
leave out dat hard stuff
cos i’ve been on rides
two man on one pedal bike
man cheffing up like it’s dinner time
i was born to live that sinner life, but i’ve been alright
up and down, now my feet is tired
i need ps to sleep at night
man’s gotta live that winner life
lemme tell you suttin
touch my b-tton, i’m telling you i’m sh-lling suttin
ay
know your place, no shooting the air like the start of a race
i’ll cover, my face is bait, boom, no face no case
boom, please, no face no case?
like obviously i’m the suspect
so what’s next, these b-tch boys all upset
cah they see that i’m up next
just got a bills off one text
brb in one sec
cut it, bag it, straight stretch
when in cling, use latex
honestly
all this talking don’t bother me
bare man wanna coffin me
still touch a mug like a coffee g
still getting ucky sloppily
there ain’t no n-gga stopping me
there ain’t nothing no gyal couldn’t offer me
i’m out ere doing sh-t properly
ay
reverse on a pengting
don’t ask questions
i ain’t got no game did i mention
and i ain’t playing no games on a friend ting
ambush [?] meeting my bredrin
extended arm that’s flexing
if i act all calm i’m pretending
i’m tryna run up on a farm on a leng ting
you know i got a habit
straight cling wrapping
crime scene looking all tragic
selling to the addicts
bro don’t panic
n-ggas know i’m really gon bang it
what you gon say? get out the way
eff your magic
ring ring get paid, stay wid your trey
let em ave it
like giggs, let em ave it
i send a young boy out, get a package
i’m out ere, bait face, thing on me
i’m a savage
running down broad day, i ain’t beefing no trey
i don’t gang it
broad day on the mains, chilling with the mates
selling off a package

ring!
ay
ring!
ay
ring!
ay
ring!
ay

whoever put money on my head back
go find out where your bread’s at
we stretch packs, jail was a setback
ring ring ring in the obbo, told the feds that
the pest back, go and get your vest ak
back yard with the yardies, blowing sess ak
any yute try disarm me and you’re dead ak
f-ck your brother, get your army, try your best ak

- reeko squeeze lyrics

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