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yung jb & lil kikke – geeked lyrics

[verse 1: lil kikke]
patron and d’usse ho
i’m so geeked, i get bullied ho
my eyes glazed like donuts ho
d-mn my hoes don’t own no clothes
come through stuntin, steal the show
wet you up from head to toe
getting bucks like greg monroe
and bout my bills like buffalo

[verse 2: petee]
popping pills like prescription
where yo girl? i think she missin’
i’m twistin’ lean all in the kitchen
i cop a brick & then i flip it
b-tch i am moving the dope, mixing hennessy with the c-ke
my diamonds more slippery than soap
spent a couple hundred on a coat
then i dropped a band on a boat
then i park that shit right inside my moat
i’m gonna wet a n-gg- up, i hope he know how to float
designer all on my body, bout to turn your girlfriend to a mommy
she f-cked the squad off the molly
we flying out to abu daubi
i drop bombs like nagasaki
she ride my d-ck like kawasaki
i beat the pussy up like rocky
she slob all up on my kn-bby
diamond wet look they blue
can’t f-ck with you, get the clue?
give her special sauce like pdq
via p’s d in you

[verse 3: lil kikke]
petee in the back of the trap wit a b-tch so fine make him lose his mind
all about the grind if you ain’t bout paper, b-tch don’t waste my time
got the stash on me
with the green on me
with the guap on me
with your b-tch on me
cuz your b-tch lonely and she want money
i’mma kick her out in the morning (god d-mn)

[hook: petee]
b-tch i’m geeked, b-tch i’m geeked
i can’t see
ain’t no sleep
with a piece
toting heat
we up next
take a seat (x2)

[verse 4: lil kikke]
stay wit the heat, no d wade b-tch
leave a ho wet, she a mermaid b-tch
cut a b-tch off, where the first aid kit?
take a b-tch home then i eat that cl-t
aye, come through we stuntin’ on hoes
aye, b-tch we be doin the most
aye, we gon pull up in a ghost
aye, got me feelin like the goat
me & petee we be winnin’ be k!llin’ and saying goodbye to the ceilings
24/7 we geekin’ we scheming for cream and we ducking these feelings
2 45s on me oh my
get money b-tch like 365
got bad b-tches from 305
got money trees and b-tch they thrive
24 hours we gettin this bread
and we smokin’ that green so we smokin’ that shrek
and my flow is so sick gotta go to the vet
and i’m spittin this rap so i’m never in debt
if it isn’t for guap b-tch i rather be dead
and i make that b-tch sweat while i’m getting her wet
b-tch we aim for the chest, b-tch we never get rest
and she screamin’ my name cuz i asked for respek

[verse 5: yung jb]
it’s yung jb comin’ through the way (aye)
if you ain’t f-ckin with me, you ain’t gotta stay (aye)
but, why wouldn’t ya?
know my weed is potent, said it once before , now you know it
lewinsky, kaminsky, my homies is with me
kikke just snapped, put the crew on the beat
across the screen you can’t see all the feat
don’t matter tho, you know we comin with heat

[hook: petee & lil kikke]
b-tch i’m geeked, b-tch i’m geeked
i can’t see
ain’t no sleep
with a piece
toting heat
we up next
take a seat (x2)

[verse 6: yung jb]
luxury lifestyle, was made for me
steady o’s, steady crossin’ the t’s
push to start, no need for a key
push and pull, friction all in between
somebody watching me, i feel like rockwell
if i ain’t rappin’, then i let my c-ck tell
he’s spitting, while i sip my c-cktail
i’m, smokin’ you hearin my stock yell
movin the cartel
ds2 benchin the barbell
off his chest
out his chest
p-ss it like a test
mind filled with darkness
can’t wait to see me like loch ness
gain experience, you a witness
lose it all, can’t risk it
one good girl worth a thousand b-tches
suicide wit all that pussy i be drownin; in it

- yung jb lil kikke lyrics

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