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summrs - addy geek lyrics

[intro]
(wisvoo)
brrr, brrr

[verse]
geeking off a f+cking addy, yeah
rocking off white with bali’, yeah
got a glass pint from cali’
he shop at ross, all these f+cking millions, i keep adding
b+tch, get up out my face with all that nagging
two glocks part of me, no lacking
yeah, the pistol get to f+cking clapping
if the b+tch bad, you know that i’ma bag it
thirty+five pointers in my tennis, b+tch, and yeah, my left wrist is some baguettes
turned a couple n+ggas up off of some features, carry like a basket
my b+tch waist slim like she fasting
you gon’ hear that motherf+cking glock cl!ck like a seatbelt when it fasten
all my drug dealers, what’s happening?
most of my n+ggas still in the streets, and they f+cking trapping, n+gga, no capping
gеt his nose wiped, no napkin
strapped likе iraq, n+gga, we packing
russian cutter, this b+tch nasty
f+ck balenci’, i change up my fashion
and my b+tch just like me, she bragging
hit her up now that p+ssy gasping
i could show you some tricks, some magic, yeah
watch how them racks turned elastic
cup full of tris, clutching my plastic
stuff her throat, got this b+tch gagging
connect the play like he jon madden
and f+ck what he say, that n+gga just rapping
yeah, that switch talking pig latin, yeah
step back from the three, my shooter curry or cp3
this b+tch like an npc, made a million off my pc
and my scammers on the pc
rocking ysl with lv, yeah
[?]
you won’t hop up in that v
said she wanna go out to eat
text the b+tch back like, “we’ll see”
she’ll slobber, she a neat freak
clean me up when she eat me
if ain’t about the money, yeah
ain’t no reason to proceed
i’ll fly the b+tch across the sea
put her ass in [?]
[outro]
[?]
yeah, yeah, yeah

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