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 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



Credits
Writer(s): Kai Alleyne
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