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oz. - squeegie o lyrics

pro zay: ay ay yo
ay what’s good m*th*f*ckas
yeaaa you know what the f*ck it is man
all you bird head m*th*f*ckas
you f*ckin bird head m*th*f*ckas
always bobbin your f*ckin head
always peckin into this
pokin into that (aye)
don’t your neck hurt
we’ll sn*tch your chain to help out with that

pro zay:
the one’s who waste time get they sh*t taken
15 we was complacent movin dimes
checkin car doors for checks barely fittin
had my ribs showin paul made the lungs sore
by the shore skippin rocks to the fienes could hear they t**th cl!ckin
left the crib with baggies came back with some spinach
chicken hidden hid it with my man’s its missin i know who we hittin
ain’t trust a soul from my moms to my hitta’s
a desperate m*th*f*cka shows true interest
your late we add the interest
speak when you pay me i’m takin extras
peep what’s on the plate
we talkin grit
they spit the biscuits
couple fits of dark sh*t felt like the sh*t
so much weigh around the crib
like all my sacks sold on 5th
we ain’t actin passive passin game to a b*tch
cane on the scale get’s dusted with h
came under the seat with no registration
your heart race
plus the glock in the glove box got shaved plates
the license plate if you ran pull up a different make
so if a siren sounds around us it turned to a getaway
just another day in this common place
m*th*f*cka
squeegie o:
dip off on the side scene
peepin the project buildings in wide screen
remembering the benches doin what we like to do to keep the bellies full
the shoes crispy like chicken wings in chinese food
gotta remind the fool’s
when they was struggling ugly tryna get ass
i was dub grindin like light foot moves
couldn’t trust n*ggas
watching they anatomy
shaky in their aneurysm
movin like some antsy b*tches
the 1st n*gga to sweat
would be the 1st n*gga who told
then got the nerve to call you his bro
cowards will watch you till you pockets is low so keep a clear distance
never lose focus in sight
see it in clear vision
second strings ain’t no top tier to dare listen
zay brought the foil my black tar put a flare to it
n*ggas be in dad mode i ain’t tryna impress ya’ll
givin my nephew gems about clout ain’t a respect card
for him i’ll take death so he can live on
pop a n*ggas top of his life threatened
protective of mines bredren
flashbacks of zanny trips
switchblades and sharpies in my pants and sh*t
makin all the chubby mami’s panties drip
10 toes loyal to myself and my comrades
fist to chest salute only a few get the time cast
jungle nilz nation
729 jn assassin lock block is the spot where i was raised fam

- squeegie o lyrics

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