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4 for 4 - sqweez lyrics

[intro]
(drummer on the beat)

[verse]
sqweez, look
yeah they talk but they ain’t know me though
my n*gga keep a drac’, so his nickname mr ovo
all my n*ggas spinnin’, sh*t get windy like a four for four
i’m shootin’ at the stars, but i should shoot it at ya’ face
this d*deuce h*lla small, but it’s gon’ twerk like coi leray
when you catch him, told my hitter bless him, bro gon’ leave a stain
we gon’ stretch him, i ain’t tryna wrestle, i ain’t roman reigns
i don’t need to a perc to get up in my zone (nah, nah, nah)
but i might just pop a perc to get a n*gga gone (yeah, yeah, yeah)
swear this sh*t get on my nerves, they copy me like clones
and all these n*ggas actin like they trappin, boy you got a loan, ayy look (for real)
told ’em not to f*ck with me (yeah), ’cause bronem, they gon’ bust for me (baow)
choppa heat ’em up and burn his ass straight to the fourth degree
see i’m going up, she in my dm’s, tryna flirt with me
kicked her to the curb, get on my nerves, ho you ain’t hurtin’ me (facts)
nah you ain’t hurtin’ me (nah, nah)
i seen some sh*t at a young age, i wasn’t s’posed to see
bro pass the joint, he rollin’ opps, i think it’s choking me (choking me)
and i ball like i’m kevin d, you ball like overseas, n*gga, look (yeah)
you ball like overseas (overseas)
you drop a diss, yo’ sh*t get switched, just like some f*cking cheese (f*cking cheese)
just want relations with her face, get on yo’ f*cking knees (f*cking knees)
and why you think they call me sqweez? boy i’ma let it squeeze, n*gga (baow)
look (baow, baow)
i had him running like he weigh three hundred pounds
when that carbon got to sparkin’, say they heard three hundred rounds (yeah)
yeah this chop’ put sh*t to bed, the way its layin’ n*ggas down (down)
and if my target with his homies, then i’m shootin’ in the crowd, n*gga (yeah)
had him running like he weigh 300 pounds
when that carbon got to sparkin’, say they heard three hundred rounds (yeah)
yeah this chop’ put sh*t to bed, the way its layin’ n*ggas down (down)
and if my target with his homies, then i’m shootin’ in the crowd, n*gga (yeah)
keep a stick, no picture paint, i hop out and ill*strate
bronem throws these ho’s away, just like he done picked up grenades
we can f*ck, but you can’t stay, told her hit the interstate
we can f*ck, but you can’t stay, told her hit the interstate (sqweez)
sqweez

- sqweez lyrics

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