Karaoke Squabble Up by Kendrick Lamar — sing along with lyrics on Singa

Squabble Up Karaoke

Kendrick Lamar

LyricsSquabble Up

God knows

I am reincarnated

I was stargazin'

Life goes on,

I need all my babies

Woke up lookin'

for the broccoli

High-key, keep a horn

on me, that Kamasi

IP, ownership,

the blueprint is by me

Mr. Get Off, I get

off at my feet

A yee n*gga couldn't

try me in the tri-state

Buddy pass, bet

I get him splashed

'til he hydrated

Bounce out, know

he spook town,

eyes dilated

I got the money and

the power both gyratin'

I feel good, get the

f*ck out my face

Look good, but she

don't got no taste

I walk in, walked

out with the safe

Mando, let me know

what the play

What the f*ck?

I got hits, I got bucks,

I got new paper cuts

I got friends, I got foes,

but they all sitting ducks

Hit his turf and get

crackin', double back

like a deluxe

50 deep, but it

ain't deep enough

F*ck a plea, there

he go, beat him up

Fallin' from my money

tree, and it grow

throughout the months

Spit a loogie at the

camera, speed off,

yeah, it's us

I feel good, get the

f*ck out my face

Look good, but she

don't got no taste

I walk in, walked

out with the safe

Mando, let me know

what the play

Squabble up,

squabble up

Squabble up,

squabble up

Squabble up,

squabble up

Squabble up,

squabble up

Hol' up

Where you from?

My b*tch

I'm finna go dumb

Sideways

Bunk skunk

Fever

I'm on one

Thunk, thunk, thunk,

thunk, thunk,

baby rockin' it

Quid pro quo, what

you want? 'Cause

I'm watchin' it

Work on the floor,

let me know if you

clockin' it

Brodie won't go,

but I know that

he poppin' it

It was woof tickets

on sale 'til I silenced it

Pipe down, young,

these some whole

other politics

B*tch with him and

some b*tch in him,

that's a lot of b*tch

Don't hit him, he got

kids with him,

my apologies

Ghetto child, it was

Black & Milds with

the Smirnoff

Yeehaw, we outside,

whoadie 'bout to

kill him off

Blaps on blaps,

it's a fact, this a

brick of raw

Tell me, why the

f*ck you n*ggas rap

if it's fictional?

Tell me, why the

f*ck you n*ggas fed

if you criminal?

"Hey Dot, can I get a

drop?" I'm like,

"N*gga, nah"

Ace boon coon from

the Westside to Senegal

It's a full moon, let

the wolves out,

I been a dog

I feel good, get the

f*ck out my face

Look good, but she

don't got no taste

I walk in, walked

out with the safe

Mando, let me

know what the play

Squabble up,

squabble up

Squabble up,

squabble up

Squabble up,

squabble up

Squabble up,

squabble up

Publisher
Interscope Records
Copyright owner
Sounwave, Bridgeway, Jack Antonoff, Kendrick Lamar