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geez francisco – vibe lyrics

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[intro: geez francisco]

geez, sh-t
vibe with a n-gga like
blow loud for a n-gga like , like

[hook: geez francisco]

just vibe with a n-gga like
blow loud with a n-gga like
open your eyes for a n-gga like
utilize your third eye for a n-gga like//x2

[verse 1: geez francisco]

my weed man got a tab on me
owe em a gram plus some gas money
hope he don’t blast on me, n-ggas is cutthroat
and time’s hard so i blunt roll
to get my lungs tore, forget the madness out the front door
and bless my son lord, hope he don’t grow up to be some bull
cause his pop ain’t sh-t, still screaming f-ck a b-tch
just lost my other b-tch well i got me another b-tch
cause they come and go i lost my heart a couple months ago
why i don’t love em just give em nuts and let em go
back on tour for money and groupies
n-ggas salute me in the shadows but probably would shoot me
at the eulogy give a spew of me where’s the loyalty
f-ck cheese the truth mean more to me
and k!ll suckas dead steak knife straight through the artery
pardon me a bit psychotic from all the weed

[hook]

[verse 2: geez francisco]

they should legalize
cause i’m more a fan of scenic highs
deep in center city with the eagle eyes
texting white girls, with puerto rican thighs
i hope they poppa see i hope that n-gga know
his little princess knees are always by my toes
and that’s my little snow, white girl for a little blow
she give my whole reservoir a show
and i’m just in the back, 40 by my lap
xanax in my blood, don’t know how to act
i’d rather float away then live my life astray
rather your daughter a wh0r- or your son be g-y
harder questions in life somebodys gotta answer
but f-ck i’m complaining about ain’t like i got cancer
deep into this b-tch i met in december
can’t remember her name she told me in november
sh-t used to be simple til i started smoking mentos
now i meditate when i’m high on kush
and when i need a meal hawaiian chick for the p-ss
sweet like pineapples no scent or bush
said i’m close to the edge don’t give me a push
don’t give me a look i follow codes by the book
i write these flows in the hood
to get my momma where it’s good
just vibe with me blow loud for me
open your eyes for me utilize your motherf-cking third eye

[hook]



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