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[Chorus: Reeko Squeeze] All these niggas wanna joke and all these niggas wanna banter And none of these niggas want smoke, none of these niggas want cancer Connect came with both, black and white looking like a Panda And she got hair like Rose, smoking amm on a Amber I'm blowing dope in the mots big spliff coming like a rasta Gyal call me ghost, matter fact call me Casper I'm doing road with the bro's and dey know I don't really like raving That's smoke on the roads, smoke on the street and the pavement [Verse 1: Reeko Squeeze] If you're talking 'bout rap, I rap what I do on the pavement If you're talking 'bout straps I don't know fam, that's entertainment I got beat like Max I shoot from the cannon like Kaylum And I P's in the trap, you're foods wack mine's okay den I'm doing shows with the bro's and they know I don't really like raving Gyal call me ghost, okay I'm suttin like snakes then Dey don't know about smoke I'm ashamed to call them my paigon I'll run up in your home with the mask like Freddie and Jason Amm-Amm coming in loads, you can ask Cript and Sleeks I didn't wanna know, after I hear that my man beat Run around screaming fam, can never be my family Run around screaming gang, cah your hairs like Chief Keef [Chorus: Squeeze] All these niggas wanna joke and all these niggas wanna banter And none of these niggas want smoke, none of these niggas want cancer Connect came with both, black and white looking like a Panda And she got hair like Rose, smoking amm on a Amber I'm blowing dope in the mots big spliff coming like a rasta Gyal call me ghost, matter fact call me Casper I'm doing road with the bro's and dey know I don't really like raving That's smoke on the roads, smoke on the street and the pavement [Verse 2: Knine] Flow so rare, hit it from the rear then I'm skating Like feds in my rear, double S on my tee, no vest on me Invest your P's if you wanna see your money lengthy This 35's lengthy, down if you my enemy Ring-ring trap, all this Nokia's telling me Do it for the family, man you niggas just friendly The louds way realer, put you on flames on flare not do up Don't be stacking up too much cake, all my brothers need lunch, breakfast, dinner Tell a girls friend she's inner, I just wanna be in her Popeye I need my spinach, load up the spinner, go get the dinger This the kind of shit that I'm in to, put a red dot on your head like a Hindu Pop you like a pimple, not difficult simple [Chorus: Reeko Squeeze] All these niggas wanna joke and all these niggas wanna banter And none of these niggas want smoke, none of these niggas want cancer Connect came with both, black and white looking like a Panda And she got hair like Rose, smoking amm on a Amber I'm blowing dope in the mots big spliff coming like a rasta Gyal call me ghost, matter fact call me Casper I'm doing road with the bro's and dey know I don't really like raving That's smoke on the roads, smoke on the street and the pavement
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