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t-shyne – geeked up lyrics

[part i]

[chorus: nav]
camera turn on when i back out (skrrt)
pull up, i’m pullin’ my racks out (racks)
still getting lit ’til i black out (lit)
ufc, f+ck ’til she tap out (tap out)
you ain’t talkin’ money? there’s nothin’ to chat ’bout
my brother told me, get a spot he can trap out (trap)
take one of mine and we take your whole team out (brrr)
shot him in his belly, we let him bleed out (brrr)
diamonds shinin’, i don’t know if you noticed (bling)
tickin’ bomb, all my pockets explodin’
hurtin’ my opps, we ain’t gotta reload
i can f+ck his mama, go ahead and expose him (haha, yeah)
i’m feelin’ sick and my head’s startin’ to spin ’cause i got a good mix in my tummy (mix)
stackin’ my riches, won’t fight over b+tches but i’ll k!ll you over some money (woo)

[verse: nav]
i told that girl that she can’t have my digits ’cause i’m too busy doin’ numbers (catch)
keep me at ease when i talk to my sleese ’cause i stay with the bs like a bumble (ayy)
lately, been drivin’ in sp+ceships, i feel like that i wasn’t born on this planet (skrrt)
workin’, i’m doin’ the grave shift and everyone sleepin’, i’m takin’ advantage (let’s go)
swear to god, i be in ricky the most
copy my drip, yeah, they watchin’ my post (mm)
you should be proud of me, turnt up my salary
burnin’ out galary, doin’ the most (woo)
put my mind to it and get it (get it)
went from broke to unlimited credit
got like seven million dollars on debit
brought me back to life, my cash like a medic
[chorus: nav]
camera turn on when i back out (skrrt)
pull up, i’m pullin’ my racks out (racks)
still getting lit ’til i black out (lit)
ufc, f+ck ’til she tap out (tap out)
you ain’t talkin’ money? there’s nothin’ to chat ’bout
my brother told me, get a spot he can trap out (trap)
take one of mine and we take your whole team out (brrr)
shot him in his belly, we let him bleed out (brrr)
diamonds shinin’, i don’t know if you noticed (bling)
tickin’ bomb, all my pockets explodin’
hurtin’ my opps, we ain’t gotta reload
i can f+ck his mama, go ahead and expose him (haha, yeah)
i’m feelin’ sick and my head’s startin’ to spin ’cause i got a good mix in my tummy (mix)
stackin’ my riches, won’t fight over b+tches but i’ll k!ll you over some money (woo)

[part ii]

[intro: t+shyne]
geeked, geeked, geeked, geeked up
yeah
i’m geeked, geeked, geeked, geeked up, ayy
hahaha

[verse: t+shyne]
i used to sip on the act’, not no green (act’)
this n+gga broke, should’ve followed his dreams (b+tch)
countin’ a rack on the ‘gram, what the f+ck does that mean? (what?)
b+tch, i be ballin’ like i’m mr. clean (yeah)
i got your b+tch on her knees (woo)
swallowed my d+ck (woo) and that b+tch couldn’t breathe (ha)
do what i want ’cause i know what i need (i know)
i went and dropped me a bag on some vs
i know that it’s time to go out (go out)
when i step out, i bring your ho out (your ho out)
’cause i know that bih wanna show out (i know it)
i know she ready to ho out (i know it)
got a rich girl like stedman (stedman)
my new crib lookin’ like spellman (sheesh)
penthouse suite, got ’em jealous (jealous)
i’m too high up, talk to the bellman (b+tch)
n+ggas green, f+ck do they mean? (green)
she gave me head, i got full head esteem (uh)
rick owen jacket, watanabe jeans (uh)
prada my shawty, turn her to a queen (oh)
these n+ggas say they trappin’, that’s a dream (that’s a dream)
i did a triple+double with the beam (no way)
she say she wanna f+ck me, she a fiend (she a fiend)
told her, “get condoms,” she know what to bring (ah)
diamonds on me, feel like wayne with the bling (no way)
tell [?] that i’m lookin’ for ming (aha)
my n+ggas with me, i ain’t lookin’ for no other brothers (oh)
we ain’t siginin’ wayne but we made it out the gutter+gutter (gutter+gutter)
lost one b+tch, it’s okay ’cause i got another (facts)
f+ck it, i would wife her but i told her that i don’t love (don’t love her)
these n+ggas mad that i’m paid (paid)
look at this money i made, yeah (look, look)
[outro: t+shyne]
whole team drippin’, i ain’t start up
y’all like, “how did i star up?”
every cent and i put it on the [barbie?]
i still [?] to my brother
geeked, geeked, geeked up, yea
i’m geeked, geeked, geeked, geeked up

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