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ohgeesy - geekaleek (remix) lyrics

[intro: ohgeesy]
yeah (ayy, ayy, ayy)
tezzer, t+tezzer (ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
yeah, we got beans (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
yeah, ayy, ayy

[verse 1: ohgeesy]
you ain’t never had the feds investigate you (‘gate you)
you ain’t never had the bad hoes wanna date you (date you)
you a bad b+tch, daddy gotta spank you (i’ma spank you)
my n+gga fresh out the pen, he might shank you
extendo, i don’t rock with no stock clips (grr)
if you chillin’ with the opps you gettin’ shot with (ayy)
bad hoes love a n+gga out in stockton
they let my shorty in the party with a glock .10
poppin’, yeah, b+tch, i’m so poppin’ (baow)
i got pounds, i got keys, is you shoppin’?
i sip lean, not no green, ain’t no watson
i’ma f+ck your life up ’cause i’m toxic (ayy)
want her, f+ck her, hit her, duck her (ayy)
catch up lil’ n+gga with mustard (skrrt, skrrt)
what up, b+tch? geesy f+ckin’ up the summer (woah)
sad hoes looking 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 (under cover)
but we ain’t never f+ck with an undercover
feds watch, lil’ n+gga, yeah, the feds listenin’
i just popped a perc’ 20, now my head spinnin’ (woah)
you ain’t never touched no money, you ain’t bread winnin’ (no)
i don’t even wanna f+ck, i’m just head gettin’, ayy
[interlude: bia]
what up my n+gga, geesy?
yee

[verse 2: bia]
okay, it’s money on the line
yeah, i’m slidin’ in that spyder when i’m thuggin’ with my slime (skrr)
too short, baby, one convo at the time
i’m the g+lock, baby, but he runnin’ with the nine (grrah)
don’t touch me, squeezin’, people bleedin’ (uh)
you got issues, i got reasons (uh)
hundred up front, you could take it, leave it (cash)
you say, i’m lucky then b+tch, van cleef it (van cleef it)
he make money off the glitch in the tre lines (frrt)
he wanna bang on me and throw up gang signs (gangsta)
rich b+tch behavior
you wanna f+ck on me? come be a savior (yeah)
don’t ask me ’bout my chain, i wouldn’t do that (i wouldn’t do that)
my lil’ daddy, he’ll shoot you out your durag (grrah)
i be sorry when he wouldn’t buy a new bag
got a richer n+gga, i can make my boo mad (yee)

- ohgeesy lyrics

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