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letra de illumination - geek boy troy & corey vintage

[verse: geek boy troy]
the bad terms and conditions
i’m the new demolition
i’m the leader of legends
i’m the one you been missin’
snakes and f-ckin’ fakes be lurkin’ deep in the mission
just comply and maybe i will keep you safe with my vision
i’m the user of logic
not the daw, i mean the sense that you can’t get out your wallet
let me take you to a place to take a break from your noggin
i’m runnin’ low on the cash
my mama left me with the whip it’s runnin’ low on the gas
you know i’ll hit you with the cool communication
a n-gga lit, i’m lookin’ like the new illumination
my parеnts proud of me, ’cause my money accumulatin’
this d-mn еconomy ain’t gon’ take the money i’m makin’
i faced fines and faced mines, i’m stone high
in gainesville, throw middle fingers to roll tide
i’m on mines, stay on yours, my phone dry
’cause i ain’t got no hoes, it’s leave me alone time, yeah
i made another settlement, bands man
let’s host another party, we’ll be amongst the champions
let’s hit up all the shawties we was f-ckin’ at band camp
i’m slumped, i need me a bump, feel like the xan man
and n-ggas got guns, so keep the keys to your register
i might grow dreads, then i’ll be gt the predator
i just got head in the back of a whip
sick stick shift, came with a thick b-tch
never been sane, but i cope with my mind
hit the plug line, let me get a 4.5
let me hear your purse, n-gga, i’mma tell mine
come here, baby girl, let me love you long time
i’ll be rich, please
i’ll buy you what you need
i’ll bring you on the road
we can go out to belize
you ain’t gotta ask please
but i can’t do this sh-t right now
so for now baby girl, pipe down
i’m a beast, i’m a boss, i’m a god in making
freestyles hot, like the sp-wn of satan
speed past cops, when i drive to macon
white blonde dyk- finna fire up naked
you ain’t gotta lie to me
i’ll never judge a friend to me
everyone get love, except my motherf-ckin’ enemies
n-gga ko’d, couldn’t take the drank
i blow dank, didn’t i say that on my last few tapes?
your weed’s worthless
blunt be rolled as three tight virgins
whippin’ up a receipt workin’, i’m pristine perfect
love it when a thick b-tch twerkin’, i need some purpose
p-ssy n-ggas keep on lurkin’, these kids like sherman
honestly, you won’t ever find no one as hot as me
wedding ring to baby g one day it’s lit, monogamy
i should probably pack up my sh-t and cop a brick
and flip it seven times, until i got enough to cop a f-ckin’ crib, troy

- geek boy troy corey vintage

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