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squabble up - dababy lyrics

[intro]
on these n*ggas head, they got a migraine
f*ck her brains out, won’t call her back, i’m playin’ mind games (please say dababy)
on these n*ggas head, they got a migraine (that’s—, that’s—, that’s—, that’s—)
f*ck her brains out, won’t call her back, i’m playin’ mind games (please say dababy)

[verse 1]
on these n*ggas head, they got a migraine
f*ck her brains out, won’t call her back, i’m playin’ mind games (that’s—, that’s—, that’s—, that’s—)
might wanna plan they funeral, thinkin’ ’bout takin’ my chain
n*ggas won’t need no ambulance, f*ckin’ around wit’ my aim
leavin’ a n*gga d.o.a., n*gga want me to squabble up
won’t even let him throw a punch, gon’ punch ali, and shot him up
rest in peace to muhammad ali, steppin’, yeah, when i hop on a beat
you better go get the hottest for me, in the tesla truck, wit’ a chop on the seat
i just left la on business
i had a couple meetings, everywhere i had a pistol
no manners for no sl*ts, so i don’t care and i don’t listen
i f*ck her good and pull out all her hair, but i don’t kiss her (that’s—, that’s—, that’s—, that’s—)
turn on the music, it make you dance
glock .40, ruger, tucked in my pants
n*gga play wit’ baby, shot the party up
new york for a couple days, i flew into laguardia
the b*tch don’t play no basketball, her dude is f*ckin’ guardin’ her (that’s—, that’s—)
i think he’s scared of losin’ her, i choose her, then she’s outta’ there (that’s—, that’s—, that’s—, that’s—)
prada frames look just like the glasses harry potter wear
cuban link look just like the collar that a dog’ll wear
you can see i’m only top five and they don’t gotta’ care
stupidly, livin’ in they delusion (that’s—, that’s—, that’s—)
baby just keep on givin’ it to ’em, get in on all they confusion
the sh*t i could lay wit’ luka, it ain’t no way that we losin’
don’t even gotta’ convince me that you crazy, i ain’t movin’
they gon’ have a snowstorm in la ‘fore they play, and i’ll sh—
[verse 2]
on these n*ggas head, they got a migraine
f*ck her brains out, won’t call her back, i’m playin’ mind games
might wanna plan they funeral, thinkin’ ’bout takin’ my chain
n*ggas won’t need no ambulance (yeah, yeah), f*ckin’ around wit’ my aim (yeah)
leavin’ a n*gga d.o.a., n*gga want me to squabble up
won’t even let him throw a punch, gon’ punch ali, and shot him up
rest in peace to muhammad ali, steppin’, yeah, when i hop on a beat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
you better go get the hottest for me, in the tesla truck, wit’ a chop on the seat
i just left la on business
i had a couple meetings, everywhere i had a pistol
no manners for no sl*ts, so i don’t care and i don’t listen
i f*ck her good and pull out all her hair, but i don’t kiss her
turn on the music, it make you dance
glock .40, ruger, tucked in my pants
n*gga play wit’ baby, shot the party up
new york for a couple days, i flew into laguardia
the b*tch don’t play no basketball, her dude is f*ckin’ guardin’ her
i think he’s scared of losin’ her, i choose her, then she’s outta’ there
prada frames look just like the glasses harry potter wear
cuban link look just like the collar that a dog’ll wear (that’s—, that’s—)
you can see i’m only top five and they don’t gotta’ care (that’s—, that’s—)
stupidly, livin’ in they delusion (that’s—, that’s—, that’s—)
baby just keep on givin’ it to ’em, get in on all they confusion
the sh*t i could lay wit’ luka, it ain’t no way that we losin’
don’t even gotta’ convince me that you crazy, i ain’t movin’
they gon’ have a snowstorm in la ‘fore they play, and i’ll shoot ’em
[outro]
n*gga, squabble up, shot ’em up (n*gga)
squabble up, uh*uh, shot ’em up
squabble up, n*gga, shot ’em up
squabble up, uh, shot ’em up

- dababy lyrics

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