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geekin up - killacash (rus) lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah*yeah
d*mn, d*mn, d*mn, gra*graah
oh, oh, uh, uh, huh, huh, huh

[verse]
f*ck her in the bentley, she screaming like a eagle
ready for the war, b*tch, sending heavy missiles
smoking og kush, i call it a dedicated system
dead body in front and back, we drinking purple sizzurp
rocking balenciaga boots with alyx
like destroy lonely, no stylist
wockhardt in my cup, b*tch, i’m a lizard
geekin’ to my dope, we celebrating christmas
whole lotta hoes in the crib, spraying hennessy on her titties
kush in my lungs, i ain’t breathing
i just ain’t give a f*ck, blowing musty
that old b*tch dusty
i’m like soulja boy, but i ain’t swaggin’
razor on her lip, she so nasty, that b*tch nasty
rest in peace, my homie
3hunna k!lla, he passed away like g though
good fellas, dead fellas
two*tone on my wrist, this is heavyweight
playing cards, ace of spades. spider on my hoodie
this b*tch stupid as my racks, but i am cashing foolish
rolling another blunt like a stoner
right now in the sp*ce, pushing yolo
four seats, black leather in the back, we coolin’, might be
they don’t like me ’cause i’m almighty
d*mn, you wanna fight me?
i’ma beat your ass like mike tyson punching
[outro]
d*mn, yeah, yeah*yeah, yeah, d*mn

- killacash rus lyrics

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