sofa, I found myself back sober She kept an old acoustic, she never ever used it A gift for me with a capo, a six string with an F-hole We made the strangest
I found myself back sober, She kept an old acoustic She never ever used it, A gift for me with a capo A six string with an f-hole, We made the strangest
Traduction: Squeeze. F-trou.
uh huh do it huh Yea Uh Uh do it huh huh what ya'll want huh [Verse 1] Rollin, gold two seater Stash in the dash Hole through heaters Blockahhhhh put holes
this shit gets further your click gets murdered And found in a hole in the grass For trying to play that thug role I'll stomp a mud hole in your ass And
sound effects you hear in this song My Shotguns are cold and hard, but my Desert is easy And my triggers are always talking about some squeeze me, squeeze
blamin' other cats for takin they woman Imma put it to you like this I tell ni99az hey Dont bring your woman to the club Dont bring your main squeeze
out bring em out show me where they at We can do em right here or we can catch em in the trap Run up on this nigga put a hole in his hat His brains on
my whole team poppin' My hundred dough, I'm wherever that money go Glock 9 in my underclothes, you cop two of them, we frontin' 4 F-ck n-ggas we dont f
My hundred dough, I'm wherever that money go Glock 9 in my underclothes, you cop two of them, we frontin' 4 F-ck n-ggas we dont f-ck with dough Bad b-
hard life and I'm in love with the pain Thug in the game wit heroin and hard white Back to the guns the way I squeeze off threes off leave a hole in your
been some big set-up All the action just would not let up It's just a little bit back from the main road Where the silence spreads and the men dig holes
here 'Cause before this shit gets further Your click gets murdered and found in a hole in the grass For tryin' to play that thug role, I'll stomp a mud hole
you not to get it on But you still trip the holes with a broken magic wand Strong Atoms, whole family dear To duplicate & recreate could take a light year Squeeze
the sound effects you hear in this song My shotguns are cold and hard, but my desert is easy And my triggers are always talking about Some squeeze me, squeeze
shot, took his knot Left him in the parking lot No mercy on the enemy, the bitches are ridin on flat fours Bullet holes in they doors, squeeze that shit
uh huh, do it yea Right now, come on Uh uh do it huh huh what ya'll want huh Rollin', gold two seater Stash in the dash, hole through heaters Block ah, put holes
