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yeat - real gëëkërz lyrics

[chorus: yeat]
(yeah, real geekers) i just pulled up with the mob, i just pulled up with the team, yeah
i just pulled up with the mob on me (yeah, real geekers), got the team
yeah, i called up eliantte i need diamond rings (yeah, real geekers)
i popped a tesla, it’s helping the climate
i just be geeked up like 24/7
24/7, your baby gon’ pull up on me, she suck d+ck, it’s like heaven
yeah, it’s like heaven
i want a 7/11 double cup for my dranky (yeah, dranky)
first thing i did in the morning when i woke up, took a cranky, then i got to the junkie

[verse 1: yeat]
yeah, [?], f+ck that
nah, everyday i been tweaking
you better say all that sh+t if you mean it
i’m on the side of the bands (skrr)
couldn’t decide if i’m f+cking my thotty or f+cking her friends
we on the side where we don’t think about winning, all we do is count up the bands
i told these lil broke boys go f+ck off, got the advance on my hands
all i do is wake up and geek up, go straight to the sky, i don’t got no plans
tapped in the with fashion, i pulled up in fashion week, i been out of france
i don’t give a f+ck what you saying, give a f+ck ’bout the critics, i don’t care who impressed (f+ck ’em)
yeah, i just pulled up with a yfn hoodie and issey miyake the vest
yeah, i got to call up my main vibe, yeah, she suck d+ck the best
i just be geeking up so i don’t got to worry, i don’t got to stress
[verse 2: velvet]
i do the dash on the b+tches, the dash on the hoes (blatt!)
two hunnid dash in the rolls
f+ck on that b+tch, make her feel it in her toes
all of this money, let’s have a toast
gon’ make her back, back, back, back that ass up (up it)
look how it goes (blatt!)
diamond pendant, got diamonds on her nose
got lot of miles, but i need more, yeah
it’s kind of crazy what y’all do for some cash (yeah)
i’m in the back of the maybach counting up stacks (skrr), i’m counting the racks (yeah)
flipping the patties, i’m flipping the burgers
flipping the chicken, look how i’m serving (serve)
up in that vet, you know i’m swerving (swerve)
uppin’ the tec, i made you my servant, yeah
told ’em deliver the richard mil to my crib, i said “f+ck what it cost” (f+ck what it cost)
i’m gonna touch a mil before these broke boys, that’s how you know i’m a boss (know i’m a boss)
they always ask how i’m up (yeah), it’s ’cause i’ve never taken a loss (blatt!)
they always ask for my ways, but i ain’t ever spilling the sauce

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