Corrección Letra Geek’d par Asian Doll

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Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff
Tell  me
B*t*h, I'm geeked
Rollin'
B*t*h, I'm geeked
On my feet (On my feet)
B*t*h, I'm geeked
B*t*h, I'm geeked (Geeked, geeked)
B*t*h, I'm geeked

Walk in, I'm geeked, the Gucci my sneaks
That b*t*h she a fan, on her knees, she gon' eat
Beat up your ho like I beat up the beat
Claim you a shooter, I'm waiting to see
Think I'ma cop me a crib overseas
You thought I was pu**y, unleashing the beast
Don't type how I feel, just try me and see, ayy
Tape on the mind, we t**tin' for tat
Them bricks in the trunk, take the work to her bag
B*t*hes be lurking, I sh*t on they a**
I hopped out my Birkin, then hopped in the Jag
Stacking and spending, the money gon' last
Hating I'm winning, I take it and laugh
Young with a whole lot of cash
Birds sail, shipping through mail
These n***as be soft and they talking to 12
Who would've thought? Free my n***as in jail
Pop out Givenchy, big racks on the shelf
Talking no money? I'm sorry, I'm deaf
The chopper go crazy, it's stiff like an L
Finessing and flexing, I want all the wealth
Go hard and I'm wishing 'em well
Ooh, I got the juice
Pop me a Xanny then call the ma**euse
Diamonds they dripping, I'm catching the flu
My b*t*hes do b*t*hes, then bring me the loot
Lil P*ssy
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I'm rockin' double G, skip to my lou (Gucci)
I'm on that dirty, I feel like a boot
I came from the bottom, I ball, Caillou (Ball, swish)
Keep it one hundred, I'm tellin' the truth (One hundred)
We bust 'em down and we mailin' 'em too (Bust 'em down)
We trap out that b*t*h 'til the lease get renewed (Trappin')
These n***as, they pu**y, want peace but we shoot (They pu**y)
I done lost count, lil' shawty, for all these bands I blew (Cash, racks)
She cuppin' that a**, do a dance or two
So many bands, I left her on mute
So many hundreds, this sh*t get confusing
Never goin' broke, you must be delusional (Stupid)
Ball on they a**, fur coat
Think this sh*t sweet, smoke me a n***a like a 'Port
Pablo was f**kin' your ho
I fell asleep, move your head, pour like a four
N***as' hand out, talkin' 'bout what they need
Get your broke a** off the floor, uh
Trap beatin', this b*t*h jumpin', we 'bout to fall through the floor
Rico just called, say he pullin' up now, somebody go to the door
B*t*h bad, a** fat like J-Lo
Can't go broke, I done been there before
Youngin not with the subliminals (Nah)
N***a get out of line, I'm killin' him

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