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fat trel - geetchi liberachi lyrics

[intro: rick ross]
i stepped out the panamera with my dgk cl-ssics on that b-tch ya heard me?
patek philippe ya heard me?
it’s that g sh-t, ya heard me?
ya heard me?

[adlib: fat trel]
b-tch

[hook: rick ross]
pull up in my rover, watching jerry springer
geetchi liberachi, ring on every finger
all i love is women, all my women love me
geetchi liberachi stuff your p-ssy full of money
order 20 bottles, do this for my n-ggas
geetchi liberachi, my b-tches see physicians

[verse 1: fat trel]
gleeshi living geetchi, belaire, circoc is peachy
b-tches kissing hugging sucking f-ck me when they see me
in miami eating chicken steak and shrimp linguine
fat boy do it the best, need two b-tches to feed me
ring n wrist a rollie, make this sh-t look easy
??? police just can’t believe it
counting paper til i’m sleeping with my evil people
no heaven for a k!ller smoking dope with beanie sigel
drug dealer double life & i’mma see the sequel
k!ll you when i see you, we was never equal
on another level working on another bezel
i’m a 100 shotta you a 38 special

[verse 2: rick ross]
order 20 models, i pay for all my p-ssy
can’t buy no more cars, ain’t no place to put em
geetchi liberachi, ring on every finger
did it like i’m ike b-tch sing it like you tina
catch me up in lenox, might blow a twinke
smoking in a benzo, my b-tch resemble pinky
geetchi liberachi, my cuban weigh a kilo
one call from papi, b-tch i think i’m nino

- fat trel lyrics

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