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letra de geeked up - luwop

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[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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