Squawk by Michete Lyrics

Uh. Uh
Best in the northwest, pussy evergreen fresh
Got them all stressed
‘Cause they know I’m what’s next
Goddamn it feels good to be a bad bitch
Doing work, stacking lettuce on my sandwich
Eating like a savage
You don’t even got bread
Doors open for a bitch, chivalry is not dead
Come through
Every opportunity
Killing these motherfuckers and I’m reading out a eulogy
Quit the tomfoolery, I don’t got the patience
No time for these stupid conversations
Unh, these dudes stay fakin’
So they ain’t visible, call them Clay Aiken
Now, tell me why you hatin’
Tell me why you’re tripping but you’re never on vacation
Tell me why my bars getting me a reputation
Tell me why I’m eating up these rappers even though I don’t got a reservation
Can’t get enough
Listening to ‘Chete knowing I’m that stuff
And I’m that dude
And I’m that bitch
You can eat my pussy
You can drink my dick
Catch me taking them pics, looking all fly and shit
You been on that Conan O’Brien shit
All talk, go ahead and talk
And I’ma do my thing while these chickens all squawk
All they do is
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
That’s all they ever do is
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
All they do is squawk
Cluck cluck, bitch
Down on your luck, bitch
Talking ‘bout me but I never gave a fuck, bitch
No, I never gave a fuck, bitch

Okay, told you all before that you can’t do it like I do it
New EP on iTunes, you should listen to it
You should take notes ‘cause you might learn something
I’m making moves- you ain’t doing nothing
I’m getting buzz but my name’s not Andy
Show up in that all black, stunting like Sandy (Sandy?)
I see you struggle, you ain’t looking so dandy
Better change your modus operand-y
Oops, operandi
You know I’m colder than a Klondike
Better not touch me or you might get frostbite
Uh, it’s been a hell of a year
I’m ‘bout to take this hype and turn it to a career
People all over the world wanna lend me their ears
I’m getting love from the straight guys, bitches and queers (yaaas!)
Uh, ‘cause I’m ill with the jargon
You on that Ross shit, looking like a bargain
Saying that you’re hard but you’re more like Charmin
Manicured fresh got me feeling like Carmen
Electra
In the Kia Spectra
Talking to me sideways, then I might wreck ya
Might gotta check ya
Something like Busta
I been on my grind, you can call me Chad Muska
Uh, but all you do is talk
And I’ma do my thing while these chickens all squawk
All they do is
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
That’s all they ever do is
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
All they do is squawk

Get like me
Look into the mirror, bad bitch I see
You can get it only if the gift’s pricey
Keep me in them good wigs, keep my wrist icy
Keep balling out like your kicks Nike
‘Cause you ain’t about to meet another bitch like me
Got the swag on lock ‘cause I like high-key
The guards don’t got it, check a bitch ID
But I don’t see your name up on the list like me
And I don’t see your name up in the pitch like me
You’re a phony motherfucker trying to spit like me
But you don’t got tricks like me
All you do is squawk

Squawk
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All you do is
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
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Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
Squawk
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All you do is squawk
Squawk