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asian da brat - geek'd lyrics

[intro: asian da brat]
ayy, let me hear that ho, jeff
tell me
b-tch, i’m geeked
rollin’
b-tch, i’m geeked
on my feet (on my feet)
b-tch, i’m geeked
b-tch, i’m geeked (geeked, geeked)
b-tch, i’m geeked

[verse 1: asian da brat]
walk in, i’m geeked, the gucci my sneaks
that b-tch she a fan, on her knees, she gon’ eat
beat up your ho like i beat up the beat
claim you a shooter, i’m waiting to see
think i’ma cop me a crib overseas
you thought i was p-ssy, unleashing the beast
don’t type how i feel, just try me and see, ayy
tape on the mind, we t-ttin’ for tat
them bricks in the trunk, take the work to her bag
b-tches be lurking, i sh-t on they -ss
i hopped out my birkin, then hopped in the jag
stacking and spending, the money gon’ last
hating i’m winning, i take it and laugh
young with a whole lot of cash
birds sail, shipping through mail
these n-gg-s be soft and they talking to 12
who would’ve thought? free my n-gg-s in jail
pop out givenchy, big racks on the shelf
talking no money? i’m sorry, i’m deaf
the chopper go crazy, it’s stiff like an l
finessing and flexing, i want all the wealth
go hard and i’m wishing ’em well
ooh, i got the juice
pop me a xanny then call the m-sseuse
diamonds they dripping, i’m catching the flu
my b-tches do b-tches, then bring me the loot

[verse 2: yung mal]
lil p-ssy
ooh, ooh, ooh
i’m rockin’ double g, skip to my lou (gucci)
i’m on that dirty, i feel like a boot
i came from the bottom, i ball, caillou (ball, swish)
keep it one hundred, i’m tellin’ the truth (one hundred)
we bust ’em down and we mailin’ ’em too (bust ’em down)
we trap out that b-tch ’til the lease get renewed (trappin’)
these n-gg-s, they p-ssy, want peace but we shoot (they p-ssy)
i done lost count, lil’ shawty, for all these bands i blew (cash, racks)
she cuppin’ that -ss, do a dance or two
so many bands, i left her on mute
so many hundreds, this sh-t get confusing
never goin’ broke, you must be delusional (stupid)
ball on they -ss, fur coat
think this sh-t sweet, smoke me a n-gg- like a ‘port
pablo was f-ckin’ your ho
i fell asleep, move your head, pour like a four
n-gg-s’ hand out, talkin’ ’bout what they need
get your broke -ss off the floor, uh
trap beatin’, this b-tch jumpin’, we ’bout to fall through the floor
rico just called, say he pullin’ up now, somebody go to the door
b-tch bad, -ss fat like j-lo
can’t go broke, i done been there before
youngin not with the subliminals (nah)
n-gg- get out of line, i’m k!llin’ him

- asian da brat lyrics

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