Fivio Foreign - Squeeze (Freestyle) lyrics

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Fivio Foreign - Squeeze (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] Yeah (Ayo AA) [Verse 1] I was told if you fight, you swing first I was told if you shoot, you squeeze first ni**a, why would I give you a free verse When it's fifteen-hundred for my t-shirt? They remember me broke on the streets hurt That mean you better give me what I deserve If I catch him, I'm makin' him bleed first If I'm missin', I'm hittin' in reverse And they always wanna tell me I'm movin' funny If you wasn't my man, it'd be worse Like, imagine I'd make you say "Please" first Like, imagine I'd laugh and say "He's hurt" Like, imagine I'm livin' and rappin' and talkin' and chattin' And seein' them fall back When I met him in person, he's all cap When he met me, I'm ready for combat When I met her, she look like a baddie and move like a baddie She thought she was all that When I fu*k, she ain't gettin' a call back They be fallin' in love with my tall ass If you owe me, you pay me in all cash When I see him, it's gettin' me more mad Wanna kill him, so don't get the bork ass When I run in your crib, it's a door dash [Chorus] Yeah, huh, look, huh, I been a mess I hear them hatin' and talkin' and whisperin' and washin' And mumblin' under they breath Huh (Huh), yeah, look, hm, yeah, they be obsessed They keep on wonderin' how I keep winnin' But they already know that I'm one of the best [Verse 2] He already know he gettin' one in his chest He already know that it's none of me left Them ni**as say I can't do it, they counted me losin' But they never come with a bet Them ni**as say they get money They say they be workin', but they never thumb through a check Boy when you come to me, come with respect I'm not gon' accept nothin' less Yeah, ni**a, go put your money where your mouth is ni**a, I put my money where my clout is I put my gun where my spouse live And I'm goin' dummy every outfit You either love me or leave me alone Costa Migo help me get in the zone ni**a still trappin' and flippin' the phones ni**a still clappin' and grippin' the chrome, huh [Chorus] Yeah, huh, look, huh, I been a mess I hear them hatin' and talkin' and whisperin' and washin' And mumblin' under they breath Huh (Huh), yeah, look, hm, yeah, they be obsessed They keep on wonderin' how I keep winnin' But they already know that I'm one of the best

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