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• Artiste: D. Savage
• Titre: Geek'd Up
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Pour that lean till I'm sleep I get geeked up every week She so fresh, she's on fleek Air Force Ones, got no crease Yeah, we geek up till the sun out She chillin' with her buns out I'm rich, I got them funds now Throwin' all the ones, yeah Walk around with a loaded drum, feeling like Saddam now I been Geek'd Up, I been fine, but I'm back, you're done now Too turnt, they can't stop this Hundreds out my pocket Jump out, tell 'em watch this Ain't goin' for no nonsense This one for my young niggas trapping for that profit Yeah Yeah, she chillin' with her buns out Baby keep on poonin' me Telling me I'm the only one But this bitch ain't fooling me Every time I come out the house Huh, bitch I keep my tool with me This one for the snoots, huh Long live my nigga Chris King Wockiana, I just can't sip anything Rock Milano, fly your bitch to Italy All black everything, my bitch dress just like me 250 for the verse, the 7's just for free Pour that lean Pour that lean till I'm sleep I get geeked up every week She so fresh, she's on fleek Air Force Ones, got no crease Yeah, we geek up till the sun out She chillin' with her buns out I'm rich, I got them funds now Throwin' all the ones, yeah Walk around with a loaded drum, feeling like Saddam I been Geek'd Up, I been fine, but I'm back, you're done now Too turnt, they can't stop this Hundreds out my pocket Jump out, tell 'em watch this Ain't goin' for no nonsense This one for my young niggas trapping for that profit None of us on dope dealing, shooters in my section Strapped up in the function, two guns on me bussin' Rich and they can't fathom Bitch, we from West Adams I get high off gunsmoke, you don't want no cancer Make that nigga strip butt naked like a dancer My star painted [?] tone White gold, rose gold Link up with some bad hoes, Christian Dior raincoat Unchained like Django, ain't no place I can't go Geek'd Up, got my mind gone I'm inside with some shades on Pour that lean Pour that lean till I'm sleep I get geeked up every week She so fresh, she's on fleek Air Force Ones, got no crease Yeah, we geek up till the sun out She chillin' with her buns out I'm rich, I got them funds now Throwin' all the ones, yeah Walk around with a loaded drum, feeling like Saddam now I been Geek'd Up, I been fine, but I'm back, you're done now Too turnt, they can't stop this Hundreds out my pocket Jump out, tell 'em watch this Ain't goin' for no nonsense This one for my young niggas trapping for that profit Woo woo woo woo! We love D. Savage