Ros X Squeeze ft. Squeeze Lyrics

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 fuck 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 fuck 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