Tg3 - Geezz

My baby
She got me like Geez
Still can't believe how you fit up in them jeans
Yea
Walk it like you talk it, you pull up with steez
I just wanna make sure you got everything
My baby
She got me like Geez
Still can't believe how you fit up in them jeans
Yea
Yea
Walk it like you talk it, you pull up with steez
I just wanna make sure you got everything
My baby
She got me like Geez
Still can't believe how you fit up in them jeans
Yea
Yea
Walk it like you talk it, you pull up with steez
I just wanna make sure you got everything
Yo
Brooklyn on the beat so you know that this shit is nice
I upgrade all my watch and chains and rings and fit it with some ice
My team is loyal, team cohesive, stick together, white on rice
This verse is short but it's not sweet, this shit is deadly and concise
Oh geez Louise, yo Brooklyn please
I can't believe the way that you can hop on beats
And kill em, make em rest in peace
You super cold, like Stone Cold Steve
You walk in here with super jeans, super kicks, and super Ts, your super steez
Boy you cool, you got the keys
I'm not rich, but won't die broke
Music is the antidote
This is not the full story, this is just the anecdote
Started my own company, Brooklyn only 20 though
Trilla G is coming up, I just had to let you know
My baby
She got me like Geez
Still can't believe how you fit up in them jeans
Yea
Walk it like you talk it, you pull up with steez
I just wanna make sure you got everything
Look at the time
Chilling with you was sublime
I might just put your name
Up in a rhyme
You been on my mind
Yo, I cannot lie
I was devoted
Told you all the motives
Gave you the truth
Ain't even sugar coat it
Ran into Cupid
The bow was loaded
But you shot me down
Like yo opponent
I know I can get overzealous
My feelings falling out of balance
Weakness and a talent
But you took my heart like a felon
Will I be hostage or released
There really ain't no telling
Oh well
Cause I put in the time for this
You hung me out to dry
They say that nice guys finish last
I guess that really aint a lie
And all I ask is
You keep it a hunnid
No fronting
Be done with the scheming
Let's put up the cunning
And take off your mask
So I can get to know the real you
Cuffing season might not be through
Then I'll say
My baby
She got me like Geez
Still can't believe how you fit up in them jeans
Yea
Walk it like you talk it, you pull up with steez
I just wanna make sure you got everything
I see diamonds when i look ya eyes
I cannot lie
Girl you so fine
Black don't crack
So you know you stay in ya optimus prime
Supa sweet that apple pie
But you don't play like a loaded 9
But you dime times ten
Keep it a hunnid girl till the end and i know it
Throw it back like a Thursday, or my birthday
You a present
Past life never really got to you
So the future looking kinda heavenly
Got me like woah
This is my baby fosho
Forget about meals on the go
I took my time for this
But I didn't wait in a line for this
i know what i wanted
She mad goofy like me
Whatever she put down i eat
Like these gun laws fuck magazines
No issues baby
Ain't no lie you wifey
Might just do it like Nike
Always end on them high notes like Mariah Carey
My baby
She got me like Geez
Still can't believe how you fit up in them jeans
Yea
Walk it like you talk it, you pull up with steez
I just wanna make sure you got everything
My baby
She got me like Geez
Still can't believe how you fit up in them jeans
Yea
Walk it like you talk it, you pull up with steez
I just wanna make sure you got everything

Written by:
Bradford Grant, Lawrence King, Victor-Alan Weeks

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