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geo proffa - lil bitch lyrics

[verse 1: geo proffa]
i don’t want the money, want a sad lil b-tch
i don’t want problems, think i need that sh-t?
if i had to k!ll ‘em, think he really bleed that quick?
think he had that sh-t, extendo clip
real k!llers
dealers
got me in my feelings
packin’ up my tommy, think i had another vision
think i had to get to crippin’
think i had to get to pimpin’
think i need a lil mention
think i seen a extension
f-f-f-f-f that lil b-tch
c-mmin’ down her pants, i ain’t mad lil b-tch
if i knock you in your mouth, would you run lil b-tch?
would you pop off, trippin’ out your -ss lil b-tch?
trippin’ off the bag, with the mag
got the mac, in the back
of the cab
with the scope, at you head
leave you brain dead, thinkin’ ‘bout the things that you said
now i’m sittin at your grave, with your maid
let her pay
i don’t play
when i’m chillin with your babe
while she give me dumb brain
in the same d-mn cab
i ripped your soul from the page
told you not to f-ck around with the bool, lil b-tch
think we cool, lil b-tch?
we at school, lil b-tch
that’s just me tryna f-ck up all the rules, lil b-tch
yuh, yuh, yuh
how the f-ck you gone front up on the gang that’s dangerous?
now you got a whole lot of moola on your name b-tch
rich, b-tch, no-tice
i don’t want your p-ssy, i just came here for the bonus
if u wanna drop, i’m gone leave you on the floor b-tch
toein’ through the alley while i’m whippin up some c-ke b-tch
workin off the clock, so my name go un-noticed
jj got a whole lot of money on his focus
thinkin’ that i’m jokin’?
let em get the doses
i’m your diagnosis
uh

[verse 2: rowlaine]
bury me in the f-ckin’ ground with my idols
when rowlaine died, i was born now i’m psycho
i’m a k!ller with the vitals
wish on your bible
now you on your knees
prayin’, where the f-ck cosmo?
when the f-ck a n-gg- ‘bout the gang?
ridin’ for the fame
north side n-gg- with the crank
let me tell you ‘bout a talk that i had with a saint
in my car, rip my soul, through my back, down the sink
now i think, every night
‘bout my fate, ‘bout my state, of my mind
on that motherf-ckin’ date
and i think about my queen in my vision everyday
nonchalant when i’m buzzin’ off the dank
double f-ckin’ one, that’s the life that i take
why them n-gg-s thought i’ma joke?
why them n-gg-s thought i’m fake?
when i’m k!llin all these n-gg-s, with a cloak, at the raid
when i’m chillin on my porch, you gone wait at the gate
aye, mane
rowlaine buzzin’ out
geo got the lazer and it’s aimin’ out your mouth
all my n-gg-s in the map
and my shooters never doubt
your a angel, you took flight
now your talkin’ to the clouds
pow
your a poser, you just want clout
i’ma smoke it, out loud
all them b-tches on the ground
your n-gg- gettin’ shot down
what comes around goes around
my vision covers any ground
i’ma simple n-gg-
simple turn your smile to a frown

[verse 3: geo proffa]
blacked out smilin’, ig wildin’
smokin’ in the cab that motherf-cker died in
if i seen a fine -ss, know a motherf-cker slide in
know a b-tch c-m fast, then i leave her p-ssy cryin’
that’s me, your doctor
geo f-ckin’ proffa
leave the scene undead with the choppa hidden on em
like i wasn’t even prowlin’
no cap, not snitchin’
these rats, these b-tches
can’t lack, p-ssy pimpin’

- geo proffa lyrics

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