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young thug - geeked up lyrics

[hook]
got a whole thing of molly
don’t tell no body
geeked up can’t stop it, fall asleep in the lobby
got a whole thing of lean, i don’t pop no bean
pull up on the scene, paint it red and green
got a whole bunch of money, got a whole bunch of cash
got a whole bunch of hash, two hundred on the dash
i don’t wanna drive fast
i don’t wanna serve bags
ridin’ round with stevie, ain’t talkin’ bout nash

[verse 1]
i’m creepin’ in a motherf-ckin’ crouch
[?]
bust it down, hit your avenue and off the sh-t
fake bricks don’t even know where slauson is, slash that
where the guns at? i’m hands on with those
i don’t serve none, its the wrong number
hit my mans phone for those
i got brown sugar, you say you want pink toes
got big dimes same size as mentos
we still eating that slice, no kimbo
this s double m sh-t i’m a member
i meant member, whats the word, i drank the syrup
and i smoke kush thats og, not purp

[verse 2]
[?] where the move hoe
i’m not slim but i’m dunkin in your hoe, (rip doe)
on the molly everything is very slow (what the f-ck)
but my heart beating fast as h-ll yo
what the h-ll done got to me
i’m geekin’ off [?] sh-t
i tell her young future watch this
i bring it all back inside the pot with it, cooked
amazing f-cking grace
all this ice inside my rings you could skate
i’m better than crocker with the cake
i ain’t cookin’ on house but the dope taste like steak
blatt

- young thug lyrics

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