bearer the one, the two carryin you (3) I'ma be leavin y'all sleep all in them trauma sheets (2) to who buryin you on the count of three (4) I'm the llama to squeeze
Fuckin' freak Ya mommy and daddy, daddy and daughter Ya daddy, your grand daddy, your name fatty is Carter She like, "Get inside me" but that's a tight squeeze
And they ain't sayin no names so I gotta say it myself I'm finger fuckin this game so you gotta play with yourself Don't pull a K off the shelf, or pull
and straight squeeze it Behind Sean Wee I'll cut you off at the knees For the Band I-T, I'll close range ya with the mac And for K.S.O lot, I'll put the
the mix CD on pause with all DeBarge Oil me up, please, my nuts, read me a story Tuck me in, something like the seeds'll say Pass me the cold fresh squeezed
moves don't let em' stand witcha' Checks blank 100 K or more? Lets make a bank tour Whatever you seen I seen more Plenty beef your heat freeze I squeezed
Can we M.A.K.E. L.U.V. Can we M.A.K.E. L.U.V. Baby girl, listen here Got the candles burnin', the bath water's runnin' Rose petals are everywhere Spend
-a-k-e l-u-v? Inbetween my s-h-e-e-t's Can we m-a-k-e l-u-v? Inbetween my s-h-e-e-t's Can we m-a-k-e l-u-v? Inbetween my s-h-e-e-t's Can we m-a-k-e l-
What's the deally yo? What? I gotta squeeze the juice outta the headphones Yeah, squeeze the juice outta the headphones When you think of me you think
hawk, then next come the toast K to the R Double R what Send mad cowards on they way to Allah E V E, Double R What First lady, I just point, they squeeze
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Squeeze your clip, hit the right one, pass that weed, I got to light one Squeeze your
just sip up on this liquor all I wanna do is smoke A little chronic slam ya like Onyx, and get ya hooked on This Biggie Smalls phonics, 102 How to squeeze
all my girls who hugged him You love him, yell his name Biggie I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for
my niggaz backs Nines in the stores, glocks in the bags Maxin mini markets, gettin money with the Arabs No question, confession, yes it's the lyrical Bitches squeeze
, niggas is rugered up The lead flyin', somebody dyin', suit em' up Nigga you come in our direction, shells in your fleshin' I was told homey squeeze
for hoes Hoes always snaky I got love for cliqua Clique always snaky All we got is us All we got is us When everything goes sour, I got my dog I squeezed
Frank up off the streets Now Votos Locos my niggas loco for dolos Light trees up yo in the future fuck with these up You keep my tees up I K-Tone always squeeze