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beem! – geeked up lyrics

[verse 1:]
if you ain’t in the club what you throwing ass for
big crib in the back countin’ up the cash flow
imma hit the club go and find a bad hoe
take her back to the crib now she a nasty hoe
geeked up on the stage off an adderall
i got the pack throw it to you like a lateral
ski mask black clothes are you down to go
throw some ass for some bands that’s collateral
fake tits fake ass rather have it natural
she eatin’ d+ck up like i had an edible
f+ck a state tax b+tch i’m going federal
i don’t got a card but i be smoking on that medical

[chorus:]
geeked up shawty suckin’ d+ck with her feet up
good s+x shawty rode me faster than a cheetah
frеak hoe want some opiates i pourеd a liter
cheap hoe get the f+ck around me i don’t need ya

[verse 2:]
bust on her then i leave to go and get a re+up
i got winter on my necklace and i still ain’t gonna freeze up
drop down to her knees and now she trynna get the d up
turn the heat up like we cookin’ quesadillas
big ol’ booty i’m still confident i handle it
pullin’ down her pants i get my d+ck out and i jam it in
got blue strips in my hand rolling with my bandits
yeah she beggin’ me to cum pull out and paint her like a canvas
[chorus:]
geeked up shawty suckin’ d+ck with her feet up
good s+x shawty rode me faster than a cheetah
freak hoe want some opiates i poured a liter
cheap hoe get the f+ck around me i don’t need ya

[verse 3:]
b+tch i’m an assh0l+ hurry up and wrap it up
when i get up in this p+ssy yeah you better start to back it up
tried to make her cum again but i think that she already had enough
she gon’ eat my d+ck and hold my tray so i can ash the blunt
nutted in her mouth so i’ll be dammed if she gon’ hit the runtz
know she wanna f+ck ’cause i’m ballin’ like i’m in the suns
i just made her squirt and now she sweatin’ like she just hit a run
i’m boutta eat it up beat it up this p+ssy all for me
she get straight to shakin’ ass and she ain’t even talk to me
give it two or three hours promise she’ll be toppin’ me
when i get up out this p+ssy promise she ain’t gonna walk straight
i been sippin’ heavy probably why i ain’t gon’ talk straight
i could change her life i heard she working up at allstate
all i do is win don’t give a f+ck about a loss rate
yeah she trynna kick it bring her friends i want all eight

[chorus 2:]
if you ain’t in the club what you throwing ass for
big crib in the back countin’ up the cash flow
imma hit the club go and find a bad hoe
take her back to the crib now she a nasty hoe
geeked up shawty suckin’ d+ck with her feet up
good s+x shawty rode me faster than a cheetah
freak hoe want some opiates i poured a liter
cheap hoe get the f+ck around me i don’t need ya

- beem lyrics

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