Tommy Mayham - Geeked!

My bitch so bad yea her ass go retarded
Every time I pull away I don't know where to park it
I got tats on my arm I got tats on my wrist
Don't say a word if you ain't gone up that blick
I got tats on my arm I got tats on my wrist
Know I'm so pretty cuz these bitches want some flicks
Better wipe ya nose if you wanna go survive
These niggas hoes yea these niggas hella fried
My heart is cold baby breakups is applied
I keep that blicky case he wanna come inside
I keep that stiffy case she wanna take a ride
These bad bitches they be swarming like a hive
Hold up lemme set the mood today
Hold up how many times you make a play
Hold up I cant keep my breath away
Hold up say that fake shit to my face today
Bitch I'm so geeked on myself as I should be
You moving sloppy thinkin bout all you could be
Bitch I be smoking good gas yea that broccoli
If I go cop a new whip yea its not a lease
I cannot fuck with that lil boy cuz he is the police
When you get breaded up these niggas they start kissing feet
You say you love her nigga but you know I'm in her sheets
He say he hate me but he know a nigga hard to defeat
And if I pull up on yo bitch you know she sucking my meat
I'm jus gone ball in triple time baby four rings for me
She say I'm acting kinda different baby you so boring
You know I'm onto the next bitch I gotta stay geeked
I gotta stay geeked
Yea I gotta stay
My bitch so bad yea her ass go retarded
Every time I pull away I don't know where to park it
I got tats on my arm I got tats on my wrist
Don't say a word if you ain't gone up that blick
I got tats on my arm I got tats on my wrist
Know I'm so pretty cuz these bitches want some flicks

Written by:
Tommy Mayham

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