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geechi gotti - ignant lyrics

[intro]
t+h+x

[verse 1: geechi gotti]
(b+tch, i’m ignant!)
i’m tryna f+ck, i don’t want no relation
p+ssy tight like the eyes on an asian
(ignant)
it’s so good that it got me pacin’
might buy her son a playstation
(b+tch, i’m ignant!)
man, they get it poppin’, no question
she used to f+ck in the room wit’ her best friend
(ignant)
all these hoes fightin’ for attention
my b+tch weave ’bout 38 inches
(ignant)
how he gang+bang and a witness?
yo’ baby daddy prolly out here snitchin’
(ignant)
b+tch, i got a gun on me right now
just caught a body, need a wipe+down
(b+tch, i’m ignant!)
pull up on his block and i’ll bleed him
if his name ain’t money, i don’t need him
(ignant)
when she shake ass, she in her own world
i like a b+tch with some ratchet+ass homegirls
(ignant)
[hook: geechi gotti]
pocket full of money, i’m gettin’ it
f+ck a job, i’m kickin’ it
b+tch, i’m ignant!
treat a bad b+tch like an infant
then tell her, “baby, stop trippin'”
ho, i’m ignant!
see me wit’ a ho, i’m pimpin’
she f+ck wit’ you ’cause you trickin’
b+tch, i’m ignant!
now shake that ass real ignant
now shake that ass real ignant
b+tch, i’m ignant!

[verse 2: geechi gotti]
f+ck her in the whip, not in my house
i ain’t f+ckin’ up my couch!
(b+tch, i’m ignant!)
big .45, got the lead on me
i’ll turn a hater to a dead homie
(b+tch, i’m ignant!)
nah, that ain’t my son, and he look dead on me
tax season, still better have some bread for me
(ignant)
homie smokin’ ‘woods, not swishers
pullin’ out guns every picture
(b+tch, i’m ignant!)
and we treat a foreign like a racecar
in my ‘hood, i got the face cards
(b+tch, i’m ignant!)
and lil’ b+tch, my d+ck stay hard
i’ll k!ll the p+ssy, send that coochie to the graveyard
(ignant)
i don’t eat ass, i eat pasta
steak on my plate wit’ the lobster
(ignant)
quick to make a bad b+tch a bopper
my ex b+tch used to be a flocker
(b+tch, i’m ignant!)
[hook: geechi gotti + jaz the rapper]
pocket full of money, i’m gettin’ it
f+ck a job, i’m kickin’ it
b+tch, i’m ignant!
treat a bad b+tch like an infant
then tell her, “baby, stop trippin'”
ho, i’m ignant!
see me wit’ a ho, i’m pimpin’
she f+ck wit’ you ’cause you trickin’
b+tch, i’m ignant!
now shake that ass real ignant (wop, wop, wop, wop)
now shake that ass real ignant
b+tch, i’m ignant!

[verse 3: jaz the rapper]
uh, yeah, he look good, he kinda temptin’
but if he got green bubbles, he ain’t hittin’ it
(ignant) yeah, the head good, i’m a bedwetter (yeah)
but i had to cut him off ’cause his friend’s better (ha!)
(ignant) yo, i swear to god that n+gga top 2 (facts)
told him that i love him, then i blamed it on the thot juice (ha+ha!)
(ignant) and he got a girl, but she a small fry
someone post a pic, then i commented the heart eyes
(ignant) yo, i seen your crush, and she average
instagram? bad b+tch (right)
link+up? catfish (ew)
(ignant) me and my girls low+key, we make no noise
we like a group of some trickin’+ass homeboys
(ignant) room of bad b+tches: it’s detention (yup)
don’t look in my direction if you ain’t in the section
he in my ear tryna take me out to dinner
shorty asked to buy a drink, then i gave it to my n+gga
[hook: geechi gotti]
(b+tch, i’m ignant!)
pocket full of money, i’m gettin’ it
f+ck a job, i’m kickin’ it
b+tch, i’m ignant!
treat a bad b+tch like an infant
then tell her, “baby, stop trippin'”
ho, i’m ignant!
see me wit’ a ho, i’m pimpin’
she f+ck wit’ you ’cause you trickin’
b+tch, i’m ignant!
now shake that ass real ignant
now shake that ass real ignant
b+tch, i’m ignant!

[outro: geechi gotti]
b+tch, i’m ignant!
b+tch, i’m ignant!
ignant
b+tch, i’m+

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