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Squeeze lyrics with English Translations
[Intro]
Me know dem 'par, me know dem ends well
Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell
Gun a squee-ee-ee-eeze (boom, boom)
Me know dem 'par, me know dem ends well
Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell
Pull up!
[Verse 1] You nah kill nobody That a lies, p**sy 'top the noise Heart cold like Happy-Ice, p**sy shotty flies Shallow grave man a drop the life, better watch the hype Cyaan be no Genah with your p**sy appetite Pull up, and a knock it right, a the traffic light Brawling, have it inna day, strap inna the night Some p**sy only bad when dem a chat inna the mic Rifle buss your belly, buss your friend a drop inna your tripe (shame) Dash on 'pon a bike (brave), fly gone 'pon a kite Him mother a try wake him, but it no look bright She shake him, she shake him, him just a puke pint Him eye dem a lock dung, what a good sight P**sy talk straight, mek me buss your wind-pipe (boom) Never stop fight, boy weh you feel like A mussi true me get me Visa Man will put you inna the freezer Run a program
[Chorus] Me know dem 'par, me know dem ends well Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell Gun a squee-ee-ee-eeze That a squeeze 'pon everybody A war dem want, it nah go end well Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell Gun a squeeze (boom, boom, boom)
[Verse 2] You no fi 'fraid, p**sy call name 'K a fire tall grain Big bulldog aim bullet inna all vein You lock a small lane, that a pickney ball game Slap it inna head side, a weh you call pain Blood splash 'pon your gyal, the short shorts stain Deh with your gun, you should a p**syclaat shame Southside and Portmore a say fi fall rain Shoot anybody, wild and cyaan tame Banga dem weh hammer, nyamma dem deh The rassclaat Kel-Tec a stagger dem weh If a no Gaza a Genahsyde, that a them say Light up a spliff, with the grabba dem deh Then me chuck it 'pon me belly, me deh 'pon me ends, yeah Crocs dem ready fi buss it up plenty The clip a empty, suck your mother, we no friendly So nobody cyaan call me fi end it when me kill dem
[Chorus] Me know dem 'par, me know dem ends well Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell Gun a squee-ee-ee-eeze That a squeeze 'pon everybody A war dem want, it nah go end well Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell Gun a squeeze (squeeze 'pon everybody)
[Verse 3] Rifle a swing 'cross, p**sy better think fast Me have me gun inna me hand, nah mek a thing pass You will dead inna your house, you feel the link soft Wrap a rope 'round your neck like a f**king scarf Select, select a gi' your chin half Face mash up, you see weh touch a thing, 'cause Kill your friend dem 'pon one every link lost The 'matic blast dem, lose weight like Rick Ross Buss your head and deh a road, dawg, we still floss When badness a teach, dem skip class Dem badness a make-up, lip gloss Wake up, which boss fake Dread weh kiss ass Know how much bwoy man put underneath grass Nine bine buss him head like a cheap Clarks Cold and cyaan defrost, chop him up like meat parts Weh me say me have it See the likkle life weh you love better give God it (grung!) Have it fi the p**sy dem me have it Fling, fling up one inna dem head it just a habit When me say me have it fi the p**sy dem me have it One more duppy 'pon the strap me say fi add it (grung!) Have it fi the p**sy dem me have it, have it Have it fi the p**sy dem
[Chorus] Me know dem 'par, me know dem ends well Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell Gun a squee-ee-ee-eeze That a squeeze 'pon everybody A war dem want, it nah go end well Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell Gun a squee-ee-ee-eeze
[Verse 1] You nah kill nobody That a lies, p**sy 'top the noise Heart cold like Happy-Ice, p**sy shotty flies Shallow grave man a drop the life, better watch the hype Cyaan be no Genah with your p**sy appetite Pull up, and a knock it right, a the traffic light Brawling, have it inna day, strap inna the night Some p**sy only bad when dem a chat inna the mic Rifle buss your belly, buss your friend a drop inna your tripe (shame) Dash on 'pon a bike (brave), fly gone 'pon a kite Him mother a try wake him, but it no look bright She shake him, she shake him, him just a puke pint Him eye dem a lock dung, what a good sight P**sy talk straight, mek me buss your wind-pipe (boom) Never stop fight, boy weh you feel like A mussi true me get me Visa Man will put you inna the freezer Run a program
[Chorus] Me know dem 'par, me know dem ends well Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell Gun a squee-ee-ee-eeze That a squeeze 'pon everybody A war dem want, it nah go end well Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell Gun a squeeze (boom, boom, boom)
[Verse 2] You no fi 'fraid, p**sy call name 'K a fire tall grain Big bulldog aim bullet inna all vein You lock a small lane, that a pickney ball game Slap it inna head side, a weh you call pain Blood splash 'pon your gyal, the short shorts stain Deh with your gun, you should a p**syclaat shame Southside and Portmore a say fi fall rain Shoot anybody, wild and cyaan tame Banga dem weh hammer, nyamma dem deh The rassclaat Kel-Tec a stagger dem weh If a no Gaza a Genahsyde, that a them say Light up a spliff, with the grabba dem deh Then me chuck it 'pon me belly, me deh 'pon me ends, yeah Crocs dem ready fi buss it up plenty The clip a empty, suck your mother, we no friendly So nobody cyaan call me fi end it when me kill dem
[Chorus] Me know dem 'par, me know dem ends well Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell Gun a squee-ee-ee-eeze That a squeeze 'pon everybody A war dem want, it nah go end well Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell Gun a squeeze (squeeze 'pon everybody)
[Verse 3] Rifle a swing 'cross, p**sy better think fast Me have me gun inna me hand, nah mek a thing pass You will dead inna your house, you feel the link soft Wrap a rope 'round your neck like a f**king scarf Select, select a gi' your chin half Face mash up, you see weh touch a thing, 'cause Kill your friend dem 'pon one every link lost The 'matic blast dem, lose weight like Rick Ross Buss your head and deh a road, dawg, we still floss When badness a teach, dem skip class Dem badness a make-up, lip gloss Wake up, which boss fake Dread weh kiss ass Know how much bwoy man put underneath grass Nine bine buss him head like a cheap Clarks Cold and cyaan defrost, chop him up like meat parts Weh me say me have it See the likkle life weh you love better give God it (grung!) Have it fi the p**sy dem me have it Fling, fling up one inna dem head it just a habit When me say me have it fi the p**sy dem me have it One more duppy 'pon the strap me say fi add it (grung!) Have it fi the p**sy dem me have it, have it Have it fi the p**sy dem
[Chorus] Me know dem 'par, me know dem ends well Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell Gun a squee-ee-ee-eeze That a squeeze 'pon everybody A war dem want, it nah go end well Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell Gun a squee-ee-ee-eeze
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