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letra de gee wilikers - majik

[intro]
yeah yeah
i’m still on the block
whole clip on an opp
bang bang bang bang
don’t really ask glock
i’m still at the top
and that’s some bad news boy

[verse 1]
this sh-t too easy
no wonder my fur ain’t sleazy
this weather up hur is breezy
b-tch i’m covered in gold completely
first date out, no evie
burning up weed i got from cece
the front of my trap like bbs
you wanna take ya pick like eenie

meanie, miney, mo
thinking which one should i smoke?
i ain’t talking bout these os
lil b-tch i’m talking bout my foes

this summer so cold
b-tch take ya pick of the pose
sh-t my bank got richer with bones
now this bank as big as a boat

i’ll give em a loan
just make sure you gimmie the code
we got 2.7 in million
make that 2.7 in coke

[hook}
jump in the whip and i’m feeling like batman
going stupid on the track
put two in ya back when i pay for the pack mane
leave you snoozing on ya back
i’m gripping the mac
ain’t no slip when i’m strapped mane
you get chewed up for the bag
i rip and i grab all the sh-t in the stash mane
i be cruising to the trap
to count up the racks, living life in the fast lane
(2x)
[verse 2]
spending my fetty on waps, tryna get rid of this drop
this 44 get rid of the tail, i told bobo get rid of the cops
and then told bones get ready to bail, i quick reload then dump on an opp
this clip as big as adele
hollow tips rip sh-t off the kn-b

go and ask kip, go and ask glock
don’t you f-ck around on my block
if you come around to h-ll’s kitchen
get to tripping then you’ll get shot

don’t you f-ck around in these trenches
you’ll go missing up here a lot
i forgot that i should’ve mentioned all my k!llas live on the block

i served ounces outta the wok
watch it bounce and pocket the prof
that’s a mountain out in the lot
watch me count the rounds that i got

[hook}
jump in the whip and i’m feeling like batman
going stupid on the track
put two in ya back when i pay for the pack mane
leave you snoozing on ya back
i’m gripping the mac
ain’t no slip when i’m strapped mane
you get chewed up for the bag
i rip and i grab all the sh-t in the stash mane
i be cruising to the trap
to count up the racks, living life in the fast lane
(2x)
[outro]
this sh-t too easy
no wonder my fur ain’t sleazy
this weather up hur is breezy
b-tch i’m covered in gold completely

first date out, no evie
burning up weed i got from cece

- majik

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