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ohgeesy – geekaleek lyrics

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you ain’t never had the feds investigate you
you ain’t never had the bad ones wanna date you
you a bad b+tch daddy gotta spank you
my n+gga fresh out the pen he might shank you
extendo i don’t rock with no stock clips
if you chillin’ with the opps you getting shot with
bad hoes love a n+gga out in stockton
they let my shorty in the party with a glock 10
poppin’ yea b+tch i’m so poppin’
i got pounds i got keys is you shopping
i sip lean not no green
i’ma f+ck your life up cause i’m toxic
want her f+ck her hit her duck her
catch up lil n+gga with mustard
what up b+tch geezy f+ckin’ up the summer
sad hoes lookin’ like what a bummer
she wanna suck my d+ck cause i’m funner
n+ggas lame all he wanna do is love her
buster we be f+ckin’ under covers
but we ain’t ever f+ck with a under cover
feds watchin’ lil n+gga yea the feds listenin’
i just popped a perc 20 now my heads spinnin’
you ain’t never touched no money you ain’t bread winning
i don’t even wanna f+ck i’m just head getting
ayye
sup my n+gga geezy

aye your b+tch the bread winner
broke ass as bro better cool it down like september
i feel like melly i ride around with dead n+ggas
no i feel like michael jackson how my hand glisten
b+tch want try suck no d+ck i’m on the next mission
if we got the right to bear arms then i’m ted n+gga
diamonds two steppin’ say that’s a cool necklace
dirty shoes on all my new leather
feel like hugh hefner difference is b+tch can’t stay here
he got hit with that drake hope he take care
my dog still selling tight white but not the hanes pair
i don’t want no smoke with these n+ggas ’cause i don’t play fair
aye n+gga cappin’ like he steppin’ got attachments like i’m pressure
fill his chest up like a treasure
my b+tch milkin’ till the sun come up she ain’t a parent
bugs bunny you gon say what’s up doc reach for these carrots n+gga
i just bought another chop i don’t play those games
just so i could leave a n+gga like taylor gang
good bread off this sauce like raising canes
i got neck on the spot i ain’t catch her name
you think you can f+ck with me bet your life on it
hit a b+tch and i ain’t care i’m not a white woman
big cuban ice on it n+gga come and try something
you took a hundred from the k b+tch that’s 900
ayye



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