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geezybot - 6 freaks 7 geeks lyrics

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[verse 1]

this gino kid can copywrite, spittin rap to p-ss the time
evil g*nius, mastermind
your sh-t’s whack without my lines
gold lions in this b-tch, all you suckas are just rodents
gucci crew on the track, now we ballin while you broken
yeah, gino doin work, i’m the boss, comp somethin’
didn’t do it right at first, hit the undo b-tton
yeah, these recruiters actin’ crazy wanna offer me a job
i ain’t f-ckin’ with your shop, put your pants back on
yeah they think they being sneaky when i turn my head back
ads wanna change my lines, i gotta give em pimp slaps
all these other suckers man they wanna hate me
if you wanna talk sh-t tell it to my addys

[verse 2: childish gambino cover]

i’m down with the black girls of every single culture
filipino-armenian girls on my sofa
yeah, i like the white girls, sometimes we get together
need a thick chick, though
so it’s black and yellow, black and yellow
love is a trip, but f-cking is a sport
are there asian girls there? minority report
put your team on the map,blake griffin on the court
haters bitin’ off my tracks, need a knife and a fork
we the illest, need a nurse
here’s the check, grab your purse
unless we f-ckin’, then i’ll pay for all the food on the earth, man
i got some p-ssy that was insane
so insane it’s an enemy of batman
i’m dominant, haters call me f-ggot ’cause they closeted
i’m hot as sh-t, comin’ out the backside of a rocketship
it’s monster sh-t, you dudes are the opposite of loch nesses
respond to this, we could squash the beef right now like sausages
chillin’ with my n-words, say it like white kid
“yes, your booty’s big as hers,” say that to my white b-tch
so she don’t get embarr-ssed
my d-ck is made of carrots
bunnies wanting to be fed
and i meant honeys, oh, forget it
i have worked all winter, i will not fail summer
in the back of a bush like gavin rossdale’s drummer
yeah, my stinger’s in her flower
i hope she let me pollinate
workin’ hard as h-ll
yeah, my book is made from concentrate
i’m starting to see now why my sh-t is so hated
when i wrote for my golden grahams i hadn’t even graduated
swag out the -ss, i’m the man, f-ck chico
took the g out your waffle, all you got left is your ego
think about it for a second, man, we eatin’, where’s your breakfast
man, you hungry, have this sandwich, got my wallet, cheese and lettuce
an elephant never forgets, so my d-ck remembers everything
green inside your wallet is that p-ssy “open sesame”
runnin’ the game, f-ck am i sayin’? runnin’ the earth, gimme a month
told all you suckas i’m in it to win it ’cause havin’ an addy just wasn’t enough
i get sloppy drunk, stay whiskey neat
my clique should be cancelled, freaks and geeks



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