letra de geeza cypher - grime cypher
[intro: 4cf]
sheesh
on some british bullsh-t, you know
you hear me, man?
on some crazy ting, you know
man, i feel like skepta in this b-tch
like jme in this b-tch
boy better know (boy better know)
what you mean, what you mean?
ha, ha, ha, ha
[verse 1: 4cf]
layup, put two in his head (brap)
.23 leave a f-ck n-gga dead
.23, we don’t miss ’em, we shoot as his body
we gon’ leave that f-ck n-gga scared
hangin’ out the drop-top mazi coupe (yeah)
b-tch, i feel like my whip got cut off
yeah, that boy look like a l!ck so we run off (yeah)
‘miri jeans, know i had to get the stunt off (yeah, yeah)
‘miri jeans, i’m rockin’ this all-black fit
b-tch, you know that i’m fly as a bird
man, i’m different, f-ck what you heard (yеah)
yeah, my shawty stay in the ‘burbs (stay in the ‘burbs)
yеah, my shawty stay gettin’ mad ’cause i walk out the crib like i do not know anybody
one piece how i hop out the barrel with that muhf-ckin’ pistol, gon’ shoot it at everybody
and that boy cannot be what i’m on
chopper singin’ like some of my songs (oh my god)
and that boy try to say that he better than me (yeah, better than me)
shut up, boy, get the f-ck on (yeah)
and that boy walkin’ round with no bread in these streets
pockets light as a feather, i been on
and i walk out the club, took your b-tch home
pockets filled with that breesh, cannot sit down
[verse 2: fvtal]
one hit wonder, man, that’s what he sit on
i got plenty of hits that i been on
they say that i’m singin’ too much but this voice a gift like celine dion
them men try hop on the wave
get the f-ck out my way, kmt, your song’s done out
got me swervin’ the whip like we spinning this track
4cf back to back, they don’t know about that
what you know about that? (woah)
when i spit these bars, they gon’ know bout that
your girlfriend throwing it back like the ’90s
shot in the back like ex-friends, don’t @ me
go again
freestyle my verse, no pen
she want some more, say when
ride on it like skate 3 times ten
[verse 3: swazy-]
ayy, dirty boy hop in the city like what is the wordy, boy, what we gon’ do
i keep a stick loaded like a b-tch bloated, muhf-cker, might aim at you
yeah, i’m a ugly ass kid with a big ass d-ck, go ahead, ask your b-tch what it do
stop lyin’, girl, tell him the truth
i know you like my hair, it reminds you of you
so i guess i’m a pretty b-tch nowadays, stay gettin’ intimate
i’m feelin’ feminine
catch me in clothes that you usually see women in
i rap like 50 but look more like eminem
shoutout my opps ’cause they know i’m still breathin’
in their head i’m dead to them
i left ’em deaderson
shoutout to wheaty, that’s fam like the jeffersons
bruisin’ my skeleton
all black fit, walk around like an enderman
[verse 4: yazida]
man, i don’t know what type of sh-t you’re on
it’s just me and my girls and the boys go home
or we leave ’em outside, can you leave us alone?
i’m conceited, yeah, i got a reason
you know i look way too good to be tryin’ that
my b-tches, look way to cool to be baggin’ that (huh, yeah)
and i’m sayin’ that, yeah, i’m sayin’ that (yeah, yeah)
[verse 5: billy !]
this one for the mandem over the pond, sheesh
send ’em to me and i’ll send ’em to god (pop)
[?] in detroit, knock on the [?], run through the street
hoes say they love me, yeah
send ’em a tuney, i’m on the canadian streets, canadian freaks
i got my lady all up in the sheets
she actin’ neat, took her to philly
poppin’ a perc’, got me all silly
tisakorean just sent me a milli’
signin’ the paper, said, “shut up, billy”
now i’m so under the—, ugh
now i’m so under the weather, ha
now i’m so under the weather, uh
she told me that i’m just better, uh
she told me that i’m just better, woah
she wear it on her sweater, uh
comme des garçons for the winter, uh
arc’teryx on, i’m the winner, uh
they all know me, i’m a driller, uh
[verse 6: caponeti]
say we can’t do this anymore
my heart is on the floor
[?] go ’round
i’m serious, you can trust me, girl, of course
nina can’t have no skeezer
because when i tell yo’ man that you found another man, he just want my seat, uh
leave him now if you must
dirty up elon musk
still the same when i cut, i ain’t give two f-cks
never been one to trust
p-ssy packin’, i roll that sh-t to dust
b-tch, who do you mean?
everybody get one, if he wanna play hero, he could catch a shot to the brain
and don’t worry about shots, i got aim
p-ssy boy, better stay in your lane
oh, we can test you ’bout all of the bullsh-t you claim
make a f-ck n-gga hang
put a hole in his head like a bowling ball
he losin’ matter, he goin’ insane
why you talk like we brothers? h-ll nah, like f-ck n-gga, you’ll never ever be gang
[interlude: dpf]
yo, this sh-t is funny as f-ck, man, you know i gotta hop on
[verse 7: dpf]
the bag comin’ in and you fumble it
the bag comin’ in and i run with it
smack my b-lls right to his head, boy, like i’m playin’ wimbledon (uh)
i took a gun ’cause she wanna f-ck with the team, i just won it
said i’m goin’ up, she see the vision
ballin’ with zach in a different division
f-ck is a glock? b-tch, i keep me a musket
ain’t aimin’ for head, put that sh-t through his stomach
pause, i don’t mean it like that
but that n-gga fat as f-ck, he eatin’ the bullets, he love it
make shooter look just like mclovin
call him ricky the way that he runnin’
[verse 8: kurtis & tsuyunoshi]
uppin’ the ante, i’m runnin’ and gettin’ it (yeah)
too fly, too sick, i’m a better man
talkin’ on me, gotta run up and chef on him
don’t talk if you won’t send the addy (uh-huh)
new b-tch on my d-ck named maddy
if you want smoke, don’t gotta ask
bag of that weed, i be smokin’ that pack
crackin’ me up, but you won’t get a laugh
boy, sit down, don’t stand up
why you beggin’ to me like santa? (shh)
always the one to strap up
fish and chip that i got with a fanta
pure cuisine, laser beam
straight to the dome, give a halo ring
if the opps pull up, i’ma make a scene
make a movie now, girl’s football team (haha, yeah)
[verse 9: tsuyunoshi]
got two skengs on my waist
pull up on the block and i let this sh-t bang, uh-uh
she a bad b-tch, she a peng
trappin’ out the ends, b-tch, i’m servin’ out the base, uh-uh
that lil’ boy is a dork
sip tea in your hood, that’s word to fordis, uh
paper in my bank account, you still counting up some crumbs
you countin’ dollars, b-tch, we countin’ pounds
smokin’ elizabeth, packin’ the crown
you is a joker, boy, you is a clown
i’m just gonna say, f-ck soundcloud
swear on my life, no gas
turn off the music, your sh-t is ass
pullin’ up with zach in mercedes benz
paranoid, feelin’ prang
all these kids be stealin’ my swag up, gotta put them down
yuh, big tsu on the block, i’m with the dogs, with the hounds, b-tch
[verse 10: angelus]
in the party he just wanna rump
big b00bs and the b-tt stay plump
she a baddie, she know she a ten
she a baddie with her baddie friend
[?] when i [?]
she callin’ my phone like, “yo, send me a pin”
these n-ggas on bullsh-t, man, they got me pinned
he chasin’ the ho, man, i cannot defend
pull up in the white tee, they got a whitey
i hate these n-ggas, they wanna be like me
forty-seven n-ggas, they wanna be me
i hit up [?], now we hangin’ in [?]
b-tch, i’m in london, i need me some nyash
f-ck that, man, i need some nyash right now
i need me a lengers, that ho a peng
and she shakin’ that nyash right now
[verse 11: 47negus]
she got big bunda, i’m needin’ a breather
she do not roll with the corny ass n-ggas
she kinda look at ya with an expression
of hatred and passion, you just cannot read her
she too fancy, need a two-seater
count my guap, lil’ boy need to step up
motherf-cker burnin’ out, you need to get much better
and i got the sauce, all you n-ggas playing catch up, bruh
i don’t follow ’cause i’m a leader
your lil’ baby my mamacita
how the f-ck you dress like a geezer?
i predict ya ’cause you so see-through
play ball, cristiano, laliga (ayy)
little brother weak like sativa (ayy, ayy)
just another week in my vida (ayy)
swipin’ n-ggas up, call it visa (ayy, ayy)
goofy ass n-gga in the strip club, making it rain
usin’ apple pay, you pockets lazy, they procrastinate
tutoring people how to get bands and racks and green
get they bank straight, i don’t rap, i educate
my baby call me in the club, and that’s another problem (ayy)
’cause now i’m talkin’ to this girl that want fendi and prada (ayy)
i told her “shut up”, you ain’t gettin’ nada
chasing the checks and the guala, runnin’ away with the dollars
[verse 12: nezerat]
pita bread with deez
put a man down, get on your knees
put a hands up, hold right there, freeze
knock at the door in threes
fees are due for the one and two
for ya man’s gravestone i p-ss and poo
i got no respect for the white man
p-ck-r, chew off ya d-ck, adieu
subdue, fake news
lying man get the one and two
combo breaker, bread man baker
but i’m not hannah, b-tch, that’s you
man shuvit, no fakie
ollie off your grandad’s tooth
man shuvit, no hating
mac spit .380 truth
[verse 13: yonklolz]
hard to get through it again
i’ll break you in the same way
i’ll do it every day, day
[?]
you’re [?]
if i was just a halfway
why’d you have to save me?
[verse 14: fordis]
they wanna talk sh-t over my name
[?] straight back to they gang
i’m countin’ my pounds, pull that sh-t out the safe, yeah
[?], shut the f-ck up
we with your queen, b-tch, she smokin’ that runtz
[?]
dreamybull, i’ma blow up, on gang
countin’ my hunnids and hunnids, just know that i’m p-ssed off
ain’t got no motion, but flexin’ yo’ distro
flexin’ yo’ raps and we know that they sh-t, though (this sh-t’s fake?)
that’s funny
i don’t care what the f-ck i be sayin’
i just talk in the mic and get paid
hit me up ’cause you think that i’m playin’
you a broke, you a joke, you a lame
[verse 15: musa]
big b-tt shakin’, i stare ’cause her ass fat (i stare ’cause her ass fat)
i got perkies and xans in a big bag (xans in a big bag)
up and then out of the streets like a lab rat (yeah, like a lab rat)
walk in the room, smell boof, no gas mask (boof, no gas mask)
up in the p-ssy, it’s wetter than speedos (wetter than speedos)
this gram is kickin’ like flamin’ hot cheetos (yeah, flamin’ hot cheetos)
she suckin’ the d-ck so good, mosquitos (yeah, mosquitos)
four gs in the wood like i’m rollin’ burritos (yeah, rollin’ burritos)
switch it up (what, what?)
and a lil’ bit’ said that a mandem dead, yeah, they told me so (they told me so)
big stick when i walk out, roll with poles (okay)
my money got big, that’s fee-fi-fo (fee-fi-fo)
no sweat, 4cf got lazy (lazy, lazy)
called up angelus, yazida, swazy- (yazida, swazy-)
all know i’m ready for the action, watch me (the action)
do a little math ’cause the numbers crazy (yeah, the numbers crazy)
[beatbox outro: tsuyunoshi]
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