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likdageek - random dancing lyrics

[intro]
look
look

[verse 1]
call me handy manny ’cause you know i keep the hammer
b+tches always talkin’ sh+t but they don’t really understand us
i’m balling on these n+ggas like i’m caillou with the cancer
named my clip, “gwen stefani” ’cause that sh+t be bananas
like a monkey, no zoboomafoo
money jumping through the roof
funny, but unusual
honey, whеre’s my super suit?
shawty kinda thick, man, she looking likе elastigirl
rhymes so sick, man, i think i’m gonna have to hurl
all of y’all my kids, but i don’t really wanna have a girl
these n+ggas wanna k!ll me, i’ll see you in the afterworld
[?] fighting demons, b+tch i’m the devil
jeff hardy with your b+tch ’cause you know she tryna wrestle
i record it like a [?], so you know she call me, “neville”
but my name is likdageek, even though i’m kind of special
but i don’t really like to use the r+word
i smell the cap on you n+ggas, spider sense, peter parker
[verse 2]
b+tch, i got the juice like the last pink starburst
call me, “black as f+ck” but i’m a tad bit darker
mad fist, arthur
three cans of monster
and not to be black, but what the f+ck is a father?
b+tch, i’m unbothered, n+ggas be imposters
i’m livin’ like i’m larry the lobster
and i speak proper
spazzin’ on a n+gga, mr. crocker
b+tch, i’m turnt up like a ski mask concert
passed around harder, that’s what she said
i’m watching the office while your b+tch giving me head
b+tch, i got three legs, getting to this wheat bread
let a n+gga try me and then his b+tch ass gon’ be dead
n+ggas say i’m weird, b+tch, i don’t give a f+ck
stay talkin’ sh+t, oh, i guess i’m that n+gga, huh
thought i was a p+ssy ’cause i guess i don’t get enough
until i f+ck your b+tch, on her face where i finish her

[chorus]
she tryna be on camera
like her name miranda
random dancing on my d+ck and i ain’t even gotta ask her
’cause sh+t’d be too easy like the schedule, alabama
they be f+cking with the kid, and i ain’t talking ’bout a pastor
she tryna be on camera
like her name miranda
random dancing on my d+ck and i ain’t even gotta ask her
’cause sh+t’d be too easy like the schedule, alabama
they be f+cking with the kid, and i ain’t talking ’bout a pastor

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