
type beat - xavy rusan lyrics
you in her dm, i’m in her mouth, we not the same
flippin’ the form to heat the fire, i got the flame
came with the gift and gab, been blessed with lots of game
n*ggas be mad at me, they know i’m not the blame
you in her dm, i’m in her mouth, we not the same
flippin’ the form to heat the fire, i got the flame
came with the gift and gab, been blessed with lots of game
n*ggas be mad at me, they know i’m not the blame (hеy, hey, hey, hey)
wеll i’m too geechy to be preachy, i just show out (ay)
winnin’ and it’s lookin’ like a blowout (okay)
pile up my paper, let it grow out (yurr)
if it ain’t ‘bout no money i don’t go out (okay)
i’m too geechy to be preachy, i just show out (ay)
winnin’ and it’s lookin’ like a blowout (okay)
pile up my paper, let it grow out (okay)
if it ain’t ‘bout no money i don’t go out (i don’t go out)
[verse]
i got way too many missed calls
think your girlfriend going through her withdrawals
i do what i wanna, god gave me big b*lls
and some hoes that wanna cover ’em with lip gloss
seen ‘em lookin’ at me crazy but i ain’t goof
hood n*gga, ain’t too many place i can’t go
tryna fit all of your friends in that durango
i’m the only young n*gga with a kangol
chain glow, hang low, scarin’ anglos
in chapala, tradin’ dollars for the pesos
mama smell the marijuana on my besos
‘bout to k!ll ‘em in my, “n*gga where they make those?”
case closed, change clothes and time zones
she shook her neck and mind blown
got the funky sh*t that make ‘em do the stank face
i ain’t chasin’ hoes, n*gga, i’m at chase bank (ay, ay)
[pre*chorus]
you in her dm, i’m in her mouth, we not the same
flippin’ the form to heat the fire, i got the flame
came with the gift and gab, been blessed with lots of game
n*ggas be mad at me, they know i’m not the blame
you in her dm, i’m in her mouth, we not the same
flippin’ the form to heat the fire, i got the flame
came with the gift and gab, been blessed with lots of game
n*ggas be mad at me, they know i’m not the blame (hey, hey, hey, hey)
[chorus]
well i’m too geechy to be preachy, i just show out (ay)
winnin’ and it’s lookin’ like a blowout (okay)
pile up my paper, let it grow out (yurr)
if it ain’t ‘bout no money i don’t go out (okay)
i’m too geechy to be preachy, i just show out (ay)
winnin’ and it’s lookin’ like a blowout (okay)
pile up my paper, let it grow out (okay)
if it ain’t ‘bout no money i don’t go out (i don’t go out)
[outro]
well i’m too geechy*
but i’m too*
well i’m too geechy
but i’m too geechy*
but i’m too*
but i’m too*but i’m too*but i’m too geechy*
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