Текст песни
Aye, aye. Tazzy, T-T-Tazzy on beat. Aye, aye, You know what it mean. Yeah, aye, aye. You ain't never had the feds investigate you. You ain't never had the bad wanna date you. You a bad bitch, but daddy gotta spank you. My nigga fresh out the pen, he might shank You. Extendo, I don't rock with no stock clips. If you chillin' with the opps, you gettin' shot With. Bad hoe love a nigga out in Stockton. They let my shorty in the party with a Glock 10. Poppin', yeah bitch, I'm so poppin'. I got pounds, I got keys, Yeezy shopping. I sell lean, I know green, ain't no Watson. I'ma fuck your life up 'cause I'm toxic. Want her, hit her, duck her. Ketchup, lil' nigga with mustard. What up, bitch? Yeezy fuckin' up the summer. Sad hoe lookin' like, "What a bummer." She wanna suck my dick 'cause I'm funner. Lame hoe only wanna do is love her. Bust her, we be fuckin' under covers. But we ain't never fuckin' with a undercover. Feds watchin', lil' nigga, yeah, the feds listenin'. I just popped Perc' twenty, now my head spinnin'. You ain't never touched no money, you ain't Breadwinner. I don't even wanna fuck, I'm just head Gettin'. Aye. What up, my nigga Yeezy? Aye, your bitch the Breadwinner. Broke-ass bum better cool it down like September. I feel like Melly, how I ride around With dead niggas. No, I feel Michael Jackson how My hand glisten. Fuck one Tri-Set, no dick, I'm on the next mission. If we got the Right to bear arms, then I'm Ted. Diamonds two-steppin', say that's a cool necklace. What a rude heifer, dirty shoes all on my New Heathers. Feel like Hugh Hefner, difference is Bitch can't stay here. He got hit with that Dre, hope he take care. My dogs still sellin' Tight white, but not the Hanes pair. I don't want no smoke with these niggas, I Don't play fair. Aye, nigga cappin' like he Steppin'. Got attachments like I'm pressure, fill His chest up like a treasure. My bitch milkin' 'til the sun come up, she Ain't a parent. Bugs Bunny, you gon' say, "What's Up, doc?" Reach for these carats. I just bought another chop, I don't play those Games. Just so I can leave a nigga like Taylor Gang. Good bread off this sauce like Raising Cane's. I got neck on the spot, I ain't Catch her name. You think you can fuck with Me? Bet your life on it. Hit a bitch and I ain't care, I'm not A white woman. Big Cuban ice, aye, come and Try somethin'. He took a hundred from the K, That's nine hundred, aye.
OhGeesy, Cash Kidd — GEEKALEEK (feat. Cash Kidd)
«GEEKALEEK (feat. Cash Kidd)» — OhGeesy, Cash Kidd. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:26. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
