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Geechee/77 South (feat. Riz Johnson) Video (MV)






B.A.M.A. - Geechee/77 South (feat. Riz Johnson) Lyrics
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On my mama you bout to get me shittin'
Please stop f*ckin' playin' with me
Fore I come over there and I beat the shit out you cause you already know I'm not the f*ckin' one
Stop f*ckin' playin' with me
My Charleston bitch talk geechee
She like charge when we freakin'
My 803 bitch hella sneaky
Reason why I can't leave her
Round my cars
Clothes
Dro
Or hoes
She a 803 bitch fasho
If you know my nigga you know
My Charleston bitch talk geechee
She like charge when we freakin'
My 803 bitch hella sneaky
Reason why I can't leave her
Round my cars
Clothes
Dro
Or hoes
She a 803 bitch fasho
If you know my nigga you know
Back on road with a brand new bitch
She ain't really my bitch
But I got it on smash
Southside bred with a whole lotta ass
Slide on dress with a pole in the bag
Baby don't touch my strap
Don't touch my stache
She a dime
But you won't get cash from me
Trynna take my seed
You ain't really my speed
Lil' whodie movin way too fast for me
Low down dirty but I get low with her
Man back home shawty still on Tinder
Know I get buck every time we f*ck
Can't be your man
But I'm still your nigga
Drunk on the beach with a bottle of brandy
Ball through with friends and they all with the shit
All of this paranoia come in handy
When they get together
Cause they like to lick
Sneakin' through the crib
Hell nah I ain't sleep
Can't bring hoes round shit you wanna keep
Don't get mad when I see you on creep
Just keep my cool
Cause I'm still gon' beat
She ain't my trick
I ain't givin' no treat
Still suck dick
Baby eat this meat
Might play dumb when she throw that shit back
But I just went dummy all on them cheeks
Never call back till I know it's a go
Only a shirt when she open the door
Straight out the movie
She put on the show
I'mma hit like a real nigga pose to do
Back to the coast when she on the way out
Won't be too long fore she on the way back
Never forget me
I stay in her mouth
And I keep it at that
So she don't get attached
My Charleston bitch talk geechee
She like charge when we freakin'
My 803 bitch hella sneaky
Reason why I can't leave her
Round my cars
Clothes
Dro
Or hoes
She a 803 bitch fasho
If you know my nigga you know
My Charleston bitch talk geechee She like charge when we freakin'
My 803 bitch hella sneaky
Reason why I can't leave her
Round my cars
Clothes
Dro
Or hoes
She a 803 bitch fasho
If you know my nigga you know
Young Bama
New age Ace Antenna
My soulja rag bandana
With the slick country grammar
We used to run through the Met
Charleston
Savannah
With my 803 bitch
She shiesty but she love romancin'
Keisha
Leesha
Tamika
Pamela
Felicia was special
But no I never trust a dancer
Monique
Lisa
Tama
Ana
They all like f*ckin' on camera
Pull up an hour late and she still ain't ready
I already ate you can save that spaghetti
Pussy good not good enough for pussy spells
Pussy good not good enough for (uh)
See my 843 bitch reminiscent of Ms Kells
Darkskin skin tone
And her hair short as her nails
My 803 bitch reminiscent of Michelle
Good enough to be the main
But play her role just as well
They both know a soulja when they see him
Neither of them knows
But they both want to be it
If it's buzz in the air
I ain't trippin' on a secret
Cause I'm just playin' the game fair
Cause they both probably creepin' What the f*ck
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On my mama you bout to get me shittin'
Please stop f*ckin' playin' with me
Fore I come over there and I beat the shit out you cause you already know I'm not the f*ckin' one
Stop f*ckin' playin' with me
My Charleston bitch talk geechee
She like charge when we freakin'
My 803 bitch hella sneaky
Reason why I can't leave her
Round my cars
Clothes
Dro
Or hoes
She a 803 bitch fasho
If you know my nigga you know
My Charleston bitch talk geechee
She like charge when we freakin'
My 803 bitch hella sneaky
Reason why I can't leave her
Round my cars
Clothes
Dro
Or hoes
She a 803 bitch fasho
If you know my nigga you know
Back on road with a brand new bitch
She ain't really my bitch
But I got it on smash
Southside bred with a whole lotta ass
Slide on dress with a pole in the bag
Baby don't touch my strap
Don't touch my stache
She a dime
But you won't get cash from me
Trynna take my seed
You ain't really my speed
Lil' whodie movin way too fast for me
Low down dirty but I get low with her
Man back home shawty still on Tinder
Know I get buck every time we f*ck
Can't be your man
But I'm still your nigga
Drunk on the beach with a bottle of brandy
Ball through with friends and they all with the shit
All of this paranoia come in handy
When they get together
Cause they like to lick
Sneakin' through the crib
Hell nah I ain't sleep
Can't bring hoes round shit you wanna keep
Don't get mad when I see you on creep
Just keep my cool
Cause I'm still gon' beat
She ain't my trick
I ain't givin' no treat
Still suck dick
Baby eat this meat
Might play dumb when she throw that shit back
But I just went dummy all on them cheeks
Never call back till I know it's a go
Only a shirt when she open the door
Straight out the movie
She put on the show
I'mma hit like a real nigga pose to do
Back to the coast when she on the way out
Won't be too long fore she on the way back
Never forget me
I stay in her mouth
And I keep it at that
So she don't get attached
My Charleston bitch talk geechee
She like charge when we freakin'
My 803 bitch hella sneaky
Reason why I can't leave her
Round my cars
Clothes
Dro
Or hoes
She a 803 bitch fasho
If you know my nigga you know
My Charleston bitch talk geechee She like charge when we freakin'
My 803 bitch hella sneaky
Reason why I can't leave her
Round my cars
Clothes
Dro
Or hoes
She a 803 bitch fasho
If you know my nigga you know
Young Bama
New age Ace Antenna
My soulja rag bandana
With the slick country grammar
We used to run through the Met
Charleston
Savannah
With my 803 bitch
She shiesty but she love romancin'
Keisha
Leesha
Tamika
Pamela
Felicia was special
But no I never trust a dancer
Monique
Lisa
Tama
Ana
They all like f*ckin' on camera
Pull up an hour late and she still ain't ready
I already ate you can save that spaghetti
Pussy good not good enough for pussy spells
Pussy good not good enough for (uh)
See my 843 bitch reminiscent of Ms Kells
Darkskin skin tone
And her hair short as her nails
My 803 bitch reminiscent of Michelle
Good enough to be the main
But play her role just as well
They both know a soulja when they see him
Neither of them knows
But they both want to be it
If it's buzz in the air
I ain't trippin' on a secret
Cause I'm just playin' the game fair
Cause they both probably creepin' What the f*ck
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