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lirik lagu geeked up – luwop

[intro]
*cough*
*spit*

[verse 1: luwop]
that was the sound of your b*tch when she choke on my nut
hundreds on hundreds i stay with the bucks
hitting like giannis i ball like a buck
.223 when i hit it go bah
pedo my choppa the way you get touched
she trying to conversate i’m trying to f*ck
b*tch like a build a bear the way she get stuffed
aye!
know i stay with the bag like insomniacs
you want smoke but don’t know where to find me at
know i stay with that metal like laundromat
how you talk out your mouth when i’m whipping a tesla
i swear you was whipping a pontiac
if you talk out your mouth then it’s gonna be first 48
all you seeing is body bags
took his b*tch now he can’t get his bae back
this sh*t bumping just like 808 tracks
you get jacked out your sh*t i’m a take that
shorty gave me her mouth like a face mask
do my dance these b*tches like a ballerina
i don’t know who to pick i got too many
i’m geeked up in stu swear i’m going off the top
pouring henny up think i had too many
i don’t know why these gold digging
b*tches think they getting money
suck me you get two pennies
and if i’m feeling nice and the head was extravagant
f*ck around take that b*tch to denny’s
if i reach in my pocket i can’t even pull out my money
i swear my sh*t too heavy
i ain’t with all that gossiping blake lively
all you n*ggas some b*tches i knew many
[verse 2: 8ig 8]
b*tch it is what it is giving my bl!ck to my b*tch
watch how she pop off the rip
a flacko like joe how i’m throwing dimes
them bullets gone crawl up spine
he drop like a b*tch
we tied up his kids them n*ggas my kids
these b*tches they loving a nig
i’m tony montana with time i f*ck up my wrist
in the kitchen i’m cooking ruth chris
aye i knew what it was by the look on his face
i could tell that lil boy he ain’t never been straight
he can’t f*ck with the 8 on my worst or bad day
b*tch i’m lurking for brain perfectly aim
i’m worth it i made it through surgery pain
kicking sh*t like i’m durk or i’m dame
i came from the bottom the dirt to the stage
put n*ggas in he*rs*s they feeling some way
you can’t f*ck with my wave i’m something like the ocean
put d*ck in this b*tch with a trojan
she just f*ck with the motion and
f*ck with my brodies my brodies get money love tokens
i’m at panera with two white b*tches like frozen
tia tamera my throat goat goalies
rose gold rollie both of them frozen
both of these b*tches is stolen
both of these b*tches is on me like unfolded clothing
i don’t need an iron and sh*t
but i keep me an iron my stick
watch how i fire at the whip
til my hand get tired of the bl!ck
til my finger get tired of the twitch
i’m tired of this b*tch i’m tired of this sh*t
i’m tired of this sh*t i’m tired of this sh*t
that’s actually hard as f*ck for real
(watch my n*gga load it up!)

- luwop

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