
the return - lil squeaky lyrics
[intro]
okay, okay, okay, okay, squeaky, b*tch
[verse 1]
came out the womb, first thing i said was
“nurse, come here”, i slapped that ass
i was five when i lost my v*card, i ain’t gon’ get it back
boys in the suburbs won’t be boys in the hood
so they took daddy’s guts
and popped a shot or two when they could
flex gang till i die, even if i leave again, it stands
i know that i’m hot, but b*tch, shut up
i will not f*ck no stans
i’m in my gucci stance, middle fingers up, up on my hands
that booty bigger than my b*lls, so you know she bad
i drop vvs, then retire, sh*t, that’s a fact
when i take vodka shots, i’m starting to act like i’m on crack speaking of which, girl, let me pour this drink inside your p*ssy
b*tch, you understood, let me keep that p*ssy good
droppin’ bombs on your b*tches, george w. bush
try and shout at me out like george w. bush
declare a war inside that p*ssy, george w. bush
lil squeaky for president, george w. bush
[chorus]
this is the return, the return, the return
bag it up and i’ll let it burn
it’s your mom and your grandma and your girl
i do everything, everyone, let’s get fun
this is the return, the return, the return
i’m in the foreign and i’m taking short turns
i’m ridin’ now hoe, watch out when i swerve
p*ssin’ on your grave, you ain’t ever gon’ return
[verse 2]
i look like fuzzy bear, my chest got fuzzy hair
my door is open, i saw 20 b*tches bustin’ there
like i’m jk rowling, like i’m johnny depp
life for r. kelly, life for jeffrey s
b*tch, i look like jeffrey dahmer, k!ll that p*ssy, get back on me
b*tch, i look like marty sperling, i do not f*ck with big pharma b*tch, i look like greg mcdonald, i’m an innocent little farmer b*tch, i look like old mcdonald, e.i.o. inside your daughter
give me face, lil’ b*tch, give me face, or you a big disgrace b*tches hate, if you b*tches hate
then i’ma smash your face on your head
i don’t know if you dead, but i know that p*ssy is
i was f*ckin’ stripperzine before i knew what p*ssy*p*ssy is bentley spanx, wood like a rocket, lil einstein
time outside, lil’ boy, that boy afraid of andy einstein
i look like howard einstein, sideburns, mustard
red oak, chocolate, german ace, and f*ck your dad
[chorus]
this is the return, the return, the return
bag it up and i’ll let it burn
it’s your mom and your grandma and your girl
i do everything, everyone, let’s get fun
this is the return, the return, the return
i’m in the foreign and i’m taking short turns
i’m ridin’ now hoe, watch out when i swerve
p*ssin’ on your grave, you ain’t ever gon’ return
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