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letra de geekup - christ dillinger

[intro: dj smokey & matt ox]
shadow rich gang just stole your soul (yeah)
you’re never get it back (geek)
dj smokey! triple six, b-tch (geek geek)

[chorus: matt ox]
geek
geeked up off the boat
geek, geek, geek, geek-geek up off the boat, yuh
freak [?] raw (raw)
put my d in her mouth and her jaw
and that v i’m about to swerve off
go-go od, i’m about to take to take off (up, up)
takeoff, (takeoff) goodnight~
take off with it (with it)
hop in the whip and i’m spinnin’ (spinnin’)
what i’m dressed in, i’m drenched in it, drippin’
looked at my phone, i hit ten different women
one of y’all just said that they wouldn’t
she’s listed on craig, so i hit it den dip
she ch’yeah on the d-ck and i’m ch’yeah addicted

[verse 2: acid souljah]
that b-tch who likе birdman f-ck way too many f-ckin’ rappers
i ain’t sayin’ birdman g-y but look at the way he movin’ ’round thеse rappers
he kissin’ lil wayne on the lips
i ain’t gon’ lie, i could never do that sh-t
if my manager tried to kiss me on the lips, i would pop him in his sh-t
i’m off a x pill, yeah i’m geeked up as sh-t
i’m off a x pill, yeah i’m booted up as sh-t
me and christ smokin’ gas, right out the zip
you still smokin’ quarter ounces, you a little b-tch
today i got a phone call, now i’m screamin’ free zayguapkid
i’m still screamin’ out free 2chainz
i was talkin’ to my bro on the phone like the other day
how bro in the cell and he still makin’ hits
and y’all be outside and y’all makin’ bullsh-t
i’ma call my doctor when i need a script
i’ma call my plug and i’ma get that sh-t flipped
[verse 3: bruhmanegod & dj smokey]
i don’t even do no drugs
can’t remember the last time that i had a plug
off of the juice, i feel it stuck
i’m in the backrooms with my thugs
[?] in the back of the back and he still tryna geek up on me (uh)
i’m doin’ everything for the homies, i feel like dj smokey dj smokey! (uh-uh)
i’m on the track with acid and matt ox, know they some cold-ass honkeys
i don’t need a p-ssy to condone me
i don’t need your p-ssy to condone me
the 5g is microwaving my organs (uh-uh)
and i’m lovin’ it
ch-check ya staff and you out of a job
i don’t even need a muf-ckin’ job
always really cold, tatted on my arm
started this sh-t in the school yard
started this sh-t in the classroom
started this sh-t in a bad mood
got addicted in the bathroom
yuh-yuh yuh (yuh-uh-uh-uh-uh)
i do this sh-t cuz i have to
nah, i ain’t sh-t like these rap dudes
i’ma call my thugs and attack you
i look like a beast from the backrooms
b-tch was geeked up off our energy
and he stagnant like an enemy (yuh, yuh, yuh)
[chorus: matt ox]
geek
geeked up off the boat
geek, geek, geek, geek-geek up off the boat, yuh
freak [?] raw (raw)
put my d in her mouth and her jaw
and that v i’m about to swerve off
go-go od, i’m about to take to take off (up, up)
takeoff, (takeoff)
take off with it (with it)
hop in the whip and i’m spinnin’ (spinnin’)
what i’m dressed in, i’m drenched in it, drippin’
looked at my phone, i hit ten different women
one of y’all just said that they wouldn’t
she’s listed on craig, so i hit it den dip
she ch’yeah on the d-ck and i’m ch’yeah addicted (ch’yeah)

[verse 4: christ dillinger & dj smokey]
shadow wizard money gang
mom hit the dope and had a change of heart
standin’ in the kitchen battling the bowl with the fork
i’m so high that i can’t stand
i walk in like lieutenant dan
wake up, take me a green xan
haters mad as f-ck, they really stans
my hood rougher than a mexican’s hands
pockets got an overactive thyroid glan
i drop that top like jfk
in the booth recordin’ with a russian k
all these rap n-ggas really g-y
she give me top like a tupee
tell a french b-tch voulez vous vu che
got the pack disappearin’ like andre three k
she suckin’ the d-ck, i’m like “okay”
said she wanna f-ck, i’m like “no way”
smoke weed, play overwatch all day
my b-tch ass fat like kanye
take a perc and-
she suckin’ the d-ck like-
pull up on your block like grrrraahhhh
big percs hit ’em like aaaahhhh
bullets hit that n-gga, said aaaaahhhh
i never got shot, but it don’t seem fun
baby glock bullets hotter than the sun
i ain’t finna argue, i am not the one
pockets fat as f-ck like big pun
money long as f-ck like “mmh, huh”
baby bottles on me like i suck my thumb
in the kitchen, got my wrist in the pot
boutta pull a f-ckin’ rolls royce out the pot
cook a f-ckin’ bbl up with the f-ckin’ pot
f-ck a ford explorer, out the f-ckin’ pot
the pot
[outro: dj smokey]
shadow wizard goblin insanity
this song is a war crime
sha-sha-shadow

- christ dillinger

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