Squeak Flair - BurrBerry

Big booty bitch, baby we can get married
Got a man on a horse, baby this burrberry
Ima pull down the mask, baby no jim carey
Want smoke out the glock, the nigga got it early
Told bro bring the shovel, he bouta get buried
Dust off my pants, i dont want look dirty
We bouta celebrate where the perkys
I dont trip over bitches these bitches is thirsty

I gotta stick nigga this hold 30
You know i hit if a nigga try murk me
That bitch she a eater im calling her Kirby
Two shot shawty you think you gon work me
Step back shawty im looking athletic
These niggas is bitches they hard ina message
You flexing what aint yours you pathetic
We into shooting we aint into wrestling

Link up shawty im cooling with Cincoo
My life is a movie this shit is like regal
Rockstar life she wanna live like the beatles

(Uh,uh)

Its funny how they come around for the cash, they wasnt there when you was on ya ass

Fuck em fuck em fuck em
You aint puttin in then you aint gettin nothin
I dont fuck with niggas that be doing bluffing
50 round drum niggas get to running, ima get to bussin
(Glaa, glaa, glaa)
Fuck on the ground
I might kill the plug if he dont gotta pound
Im in the jungle got bros in the pound
Thank god im alive i got some in the ground

My phone on DND
Come to my trap aint shit for free
I play with that fire you heard of me
You play with that fire, get third degree
School of hard juggin, got two degrees
My bitch bad, beauty and the beast
She aint prayin, just using her knees
Game on lock, got this shit on a leash

Ride my wave you gon pay me a wave
I might break out my brother and go over seas
Lil cousin hit a nigga hadda buy him a beam
12 pull us over told that bitch dont scream

180 I completed my wrongs
I do what i say, i dont lie in these songs
War in the field, you can hear them bombs
Scope on the top, ima hit em from long

Written by:
Percy Tolson

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