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Reeko Squeeze – Me Style II Lyrics

don’t panic bro
Sink a boat like Giggs or Titanic bro
Man grew up from the soil, man’s organic bro
If you didn’t know
Mad case, buju banton with the driver
With two packs, ambition as a rider
One man one move one driver
Skengs on ped, [?] with the slider
In a all black attire
Mad case, Whitney Houston and Bobby
My young niggas all tryna catch a body
Two man one driver one dotty
One ped, fat [?] shotty
Me and S, on your block and I’m sorry
Feds on me like why me
Fur jacket, Eskimo like Wiley
Young Boss like YB
Twin Barrel that’s Siamese
I’m weeded, I stepped in all Chinese
I stink of weed don’t mind me
Stepped in with a minion
Operating a weapon straight from the kitchen
Pitching anything slipping
Freshly home from Prison
I tried tell him calm down he don’t listen
Mummy thinks he’s missing
Moretime I’m hands on
Nokias and Samsungs
Niggas scared like go find a Tampon
I ain’t prayed in mad long
Niggas think they’re mad on
Ay (x3)
[Chorus]
Get it how I live it (Always)
Even up in Jail, get it on a visit
I was missing with your girl but I swear I never kissed it
That deep throat was swole but I swear I bloody eh
But I swear I bloody (eh)
Get it how I live it (Always)
Even up in Jail, get it on a visit
I was missing with your girl but I swear I never kissed it
That deep throat was swole but I swear I bloody eh
But I swear I bloody miss it Man’s used to this, I ain’t new to this (Come on)
Tell a Uck face please move bitch I’m Ludacris (Move Bitch)
Stop feeding hoes, go and feed your kids
We holding food like a flipping fridge
Stop telling lies I ain’t seen you rid
I seen you once, I ain’t seen you since
But what’s goodie fam
Man popped up with a mask and I’m the boogieman
I’ll hit him up and I’ll boogie fam
Stretching packs, I ain’t doing dabs
Pulling up with food in cabs
My young boys, they see and grab
Sneak dissing, that’s kinda sad
If we’re animals then I’m in Noah’s ark
Let nothing slide, like come on man this ain’t no park
You’re a likkle fish and we some sharks
Like fix up, go and play your part
f**k swinging shit, this ain’t no park
Like cats demanding and cops remanding
No talking, I don’t know the answers
I risk it, I’m taking chances
You don’t know me if someone asks
I beg your pardon like someone farted
You ain’t screwing me you just need glasses
But smoke on the ride
I’m rolling around on my thing and I’m tired, I’m sick of these guys
Internet goons, I’m sick of these lies
Free Nutcase
200 perps like how the f**k you gon buss case
For f**k sake
Still at it though
Man jump out on a man, BOOM!

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Dame D.O.L.L.A. – Loyal To The Soil (feat. Lil Wayne) (The Letter O Album) letras

[Verse 1: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
That money stack tall but only partially my focus
So compassionate, struggle hard for me to cope with
Do a lot for others, not for credit or to soak in
But to have an impact on direction that they go in
Grounded by the roots, hooked to the soil
Recognize the rumble that we’re in, yeah it’s royal
Crabs in the barrel, wrapped up in foil
Kids grow up scars that are rubbed now with oil
And life done changed a bit but I can’t grow apart
For those in my position that don’t feel me, grow a heart
I grew up round love but we had a slower start
Hooping on the tree and fighting at the park
Luckily we had guidance, we was more blessed than others
We was the deepest family, nobody had more cousins
The street lights would flicker everybody running no huddle
Cause if you didn’t make it everybody got in trouble

[Hook: Dame D.O.L.LA.]
I won’t let that money define me
I let my struggles refine me
I know my angels behind me
Young, rich, and in the sticks tryna find peace
I ain’t get high and I ain’t sell dope
People ask "why?" I did it for my folks
Wanna slice the pie then you gotta have hope
Take the plan serious or watch it go in smoke
Watch it go in smoke, watch it go in smoke
Watch it go in smoke, watch it go in smoke
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh, chin to the clouds, all 10 on solid ground
Sipping purple Whitney Houston, never touch the Bobby Brown
When it comes to the crown, I done dreadlocked it down
Rest in peace my daddy Rabbit, he in Heaven hopping ’round
I been outchea on the grind, I want mine on time
Keep it a hundred, not even 99.9
It’s Lil Tunechi the best rapper alive
I rep five, invite your girl to my suite at the Loews, she left high
Oh my in a double R, I’m re-ready to die
My pockets fat as Precious but what’s more precious than time
Cause life is too short, I got that from Too $hort
Couldn’t ball, I was too short
But rich, like I play two sports
Flag red like scarlet
Keep my head in my wallet
Leave the BS in the toilet
Leave the BS on the Charmin
With TF on my garments
I wear Trukfit like Ralph Lauren
And I’m loyal to my soil
Straight from hell, I mean New Orleans
Tunechi

[Hook: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
I won’t let that money define me
I let my struggles refine me
I know my angels behind me
Young, rich, and in the sticks tryna find peace
I ain’t get high and I ain’t sell dope
People ask "why?" I did it for my folks
Wanna slice the pie then you gotta have hope
Take the plan serious or watch it go in smoke
Watch it go in smoke, watch it go in smoke
Watch it go in smoke, watch it go in smoke

[Verse 3: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
They said you wanna make it so here’s the keys to survival
Get you a work ethic, go about it maniacal
Carry your family, all the great ones on that Mariah flow
Come to the neighborhood, show a kid to throw a spiral
All about your time, that’s the best thing to give
A message from the distance hardly ever stay in ear
Gotta keep a presence even with your relatives
Cause we all carry gifts like Santa and the deers
I come through with no security
I grew up in the slums ain’t no fear in me
Now the lames come and go and no forgetting me
They in love with the life and I don’t know Billie Jean
Look at my demeanor, see loyalty in my background
Love me cause I’m solid, not because I became a cash cow
Tryna make jobs for younglings, that’s on the ave now
That’s why I can’t have a barbecue and don’t have a pat down

[Hook: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
I won’t let that money define me
I let my struggles refine me
I know my angles behind me
Young, rich, and in the sticks tryna find peace
I ain’t get high and I ain’t sell dope
People ask "why?" I did it for my folks
Wanna slice the pie then you gotta have hope
Take the plan serious or watch it go in smoke
Watch it go in smoke, watch it go in smoke
Watch it go in smoke, watch it go in smoke