Squabbles Akkorde von
Mark Tranmer
Mark Tranmer

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Tonart: F major
Verse 1
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God knows, I am
Reincarnated, I'm a stargazer
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Life goes on, I need all my babies
Woke up, lookin' for the Bacli, high key
Keep a horn on me,
that could my C .I .P.
Ownership, the blueprint is by me
Mr. Getoff, I get off at my feet
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When I hear music, it makes me dance
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You got the music now in your hands
A yeet n***a couldn't
try me in a tri -state
Muddy past, bet I get him splashed
till he hydrated
Bounce out, know he spook town,
eyes dilated
I got the money and the power, both gyrated
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I feel good, get the fuck out my thighs
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Look good, but she don't got no ties
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I walk in, walk out with a sigh
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Man, don't let me know what to pack
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What the fuck, I got hit s, I got bucks
I got new paper cuts, I got friends
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I got foes, but they all sittin' ducks
Hit his turf and get crackin',
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double back like a deluxe
50 deep, but it ain't deep enough
Fuck a plate,
they ain't go beat him up
Fallin' from a money tree,
and it grow throughout the month
Spit a loogie at the camera,
speed it off, yeah, it's us
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I feel good, get the fuck out my thighs
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Look good, but she don't got no ties
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I walk in, walk out with the size
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Man, don't let me know
what the past
Squabble up, squabble up,
squabble up
Squabble up, squabble up,
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squabble up
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Squabble up, squabble up
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Hold up, where you from, bye bitch, I'm finna go dum b,
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sideways, bump stump, fever, I'm on one
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Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk,
thunk, baby rockin' it,
Quid pro quo, what you want,
cause I'm watchin' it
Broke on the floor,
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let me know if you clockin' it,
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Brody won't go,
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but I know that he poppin' it
It was worth tickles on sale till I silenced it
Pipe down young,
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these some ho with the politics
Bitch with em and some bitch in em,
that's a lot of bitch
Don't hit em,
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you got kids with em, I apologize
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Ghetto child, it was Blackie Miles
with the smearin' off
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Yeehaw, we outside,
boy they bout to kill em off
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Blaps on blaps, it's a fact,
there's a breaker off
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Tell me why the fuck you niggas rap,
if it's fictional
Tell me why the fuck you niggas fed,
if you criminal
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Ayy dot, can I get a drop?
I'm like nigga naw
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Ayy boom boom,
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from the west side to Senegal
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It's a full moon,
let the wolves out,
I've been a dog
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I feel good, get the fuck out my face
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Look good, but she don't got no tits
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I walk in, walk out with her size
Man, don't let me know
what to pack
Scrabble up, scrabble up
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Scrabble up, scrabble up
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Scrabble up, scrabble up
Scrabble up, scrabble

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