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I'm Geekin (Freestyle) (feat. Kobby) Video (MV)






TrapfromUptown - I'm Geekin (Freestyle) (feat. Kobby) Lyrics
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Smoking exotic this shit got me fried
I only travel by Uber or sky
Don't argue with niggas, too broke to reply
If ain't about money, go curl up and die
I made 10 packs and I ain't even try
Smoking this pressure, it's burning my eye
Ain't no way she calling my phone just to cry
I had to hang up, no calling me back
I should be crying, that pussy was whack
Bitch gave me her gram
She knows I wanna crack
She text me she love me
I told her wrong jack
She want me to shoutout her name on my tracks
I'm only talking bout all of these racks
I'm always walking on alla these
That bitch she stay stalking, go get you some stacks
I'm sippin sprite, but my bottle changed colors
Make money not friends, I don't even got brothers
I f*ck a bitch, then I f*ck on her mother
Pop-out during winter and grind during summer
Stupid lil bitch, she thought that we were lovers
I only be lying, not just under the covers
I'm getting money, not worried bout others
She think she my honey, she really a sucker
She really a sucker, cause she suck me up
Make too much money to give any f*cks
Rearrange you, nigga you talking tough
Just laughing at you, I'm calling your bluff
Smoking on gas, this shit is exotic
Bad little ting, she come from the tropics
Ain't worried bout tax, I'm still finna cop it
Damn, me and Elyon just got the ounce
And shit already done, like can't make this shit up
Niggas really be geeked you heard
Man, niggas outside
Ya'll niggas inside, ya'll niggas bitch ass niggas for real
Some Double M shit going on over here
Niggas be geekin' for real
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Smoking exotic this shit got me fried
I only travel by Uber or sky
Don't argue with niggas, too broke to reply
If ain't about money, go curl up and die
I made 10 packs and I ain't even try
Smoking this pressure, it's burning my eye
Ain't no way she calling my phone just to cry
I had to hang up, no calling me back
I should be crying, that pussy was whack
Bitch gave me her gram
She knows I wanna crack
She text me she love me
I told her wrong jack
She want me to shoutout her name on my tracks
I'm only talking bout all of these racks
I'm always walking on alla these
That bitch she stay stalking, go get you some stacks
I'm sippin sprite, but my bottle changed colors
Make money not friends, I don't even got brothers
I f*ck a bitch, then I f*ck on her mother
Pop-out during winter and grind during summer
Stupid lil bitch, she thought that we were lovers
I only be lying, not just under the covers
I'm getting money, not worried bout others
She think she my honey, she really a sucker
She really a sucker, cause she suck me up
Make too much money to give any f*cks
Rearrange you, nigga you talking tough
Just laughing at you, I'm calling your bluff
Smoking on gas, this shit is exotic
Bad little ting, she come from the tropics
Ain't worried bout tax, I'm still finna cop it
Damn, me and Elyon just got the ounce
And shit already done, like can't make this shit up
Niggas really be geeked you heard
Man, niggas outside
Ya'll niggas inside, ya'll niggas bitch ass niggas for real
Some Double M shit going on over here
Niggas be geekin' for real
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Writer: Michael Dalrymple
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