Ros X Squeeze

Yuh Nah, nah, nah, nah You ain love me, youse a liar, uh uh I ain stresisng, nuh desire Put it pon me, I gine be real good Ass dummy, it used to fail good It ain even matter, I don't really study feelings Shordy kinda crazy way she balance pon de railing Navigating hardship come with real wind Tryna lick ya body fuh six and add a tail spin Baby, baby, baby tell me what ya want from me (Uh-huh) Say ya wan get smoke like a fronto leaf Say she like ya boy best when he on a beat And she send an up text when she want a beat Quick trip And we flip it pon a daily Sein bout de fit got de women gine crazy Pull up to de set fuh me baby Y'all could never play me Screaming out f*ck you, pay me (Uh-huh) Quick trip And we flip it pon a daily Sein bout de fit got de women gine crazy Pull up to de set fuh me baby Y'all could never play me Screaming out f*ck you, pay me Ahh, still the illest in the city And I love an itty bitty Same way I love the biggies (Same way) Ahh, I pray my mother would forgive me Cause she son out wilding Styling fuh de victory I do this so swiftly Money stack, shift tree Barrow pon fifty Since I was a pickney Never beg fuh shite, don't scream pick me I does hit dem with de eyes, is my technique Swear her body pon a flame I ain even catch she name Sein bout it so insane and I need that And she staying in she lane Never let a man shame Nor a woman do de same I cuh see that Swear her body pon a flame I ain even catch she name Sein bout it so insane and I need that And she staying in she lane Never let a man shame Nor a woman do de same I cuh see that Squeeze Yo And I cuh see that Took a break from de scene, they ask fuh Squeeze back Ain looking for no feedback I just - I just tryna see it in a T-Back So I could tell de gyal brace fuh me, brace fuh me Wine up ya waist fuh me, waist fuh me I know de face pretty, but I can't work it from de back if she facing me Uh huh, look When I was 16, I would talk bout guns and AR-15s when I thought that was fun But I turn 21 - Life ain no game Kairos hit me fuh de studio run Uh huh Brace fuh me, brace fuh me So much money coming in it's getting hard to trace a fee (Ching) Man get cocky till he see his gyal chasing me Can't copy and paste a G, cause I, still the illest in de city I, still pray my mother will forgive me I, been styling since I was a pickney Looking down at Errol while I stacking up de fifties My only ick is if she ain't thick I only, grab my stick when I hear dah click I pray to God that might life he won't take too quick Day by day, step by step, brick by brick