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 conversate with rude people
Fifteen minute call, reminiscing bro, "What you finna do?"
He say, "Gon' probably eat a brick"
"What's your plans when you touch down?", he say, "Gon' 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
And 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