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lamborghini geeski - est gee lyrics

[intro]
shots get to hittin’, make a b*tch n*gga tip over, yeah
(flexin’ on that b*tch, ho)
yeah

[verse 1]
yeah, it was me, a ball of raw, some cut, and runnin’ water (cut and runnin’ water)
get inside the trenches, geeski, please, we tired of stoppin’ (foreverolling)
i was in paris, i spent the whole next week and a half on market
whoever out get slaughtered, it been hard gettin’ what i target
a link up with the bosses, i been slimy since it started
knew he wanted his nose wiped ’cause he kept coughin’
i get money and throw crosses and my circle livin’
can’t call yourself one of my lil’ brothers, you ain’t whacked a n*gga
rappers be friendly in they cities, tryna tap in with me (tryna tap in)
i’ll pull up that switch out like it’s pop’s if n*ggas keep actin’ silly
take care of my n*ggas, i get cash and traction, three, four members (members)
salute the real ones, said, “f*ck sucker sh*t,” and stood on business (stand on business)
you stood there while he got stood over, i know you remember (baow, baow, baow)
shots get to hittin’, make a big n*gga tip over, timber (make a big n*gga tip over)
yeah

[chorus]
yeah, at night i sit and think of ways that i could break out easy (free my n*ggas)
survival of the slimy, i can’t die, so they can’t beat me (slime, slime, slime, slime)
surprise me and don’t post online next time we spank your people (yeah, next time we spank your people)
your credit high with reapers, get you stepped on for no reason (i can get you stepped on for no reason)
the dada from riata, but all my cars is european (all my cars is european)
lamborghini geeski, that ain’t my name for no reason (that ain’t my name for no reason)
skeleton, this ap face ain’t see*through for no reason (it ain’t see*through for no reason)
i’m flawless, that’s why all them crown me king or let me leave ’em (i’ma leave ’em for no reason)
[verse 2]
yeah, sliding by my lonely, know some cutties turn to snitches
and that’s his brodie, if i rock out, know he rolling with him
you said that you was real, observed your actions, told me different
i fronted thirty ‘bows of midget for twelve hundred fifty
all proud aside, these n*ggas broke in lines and playing they drillin’
last n*ggas played ’round with us car got filled with 5.56s
i like the way she cut, she line somethin’ up, i call her tremors
be quiet while we sittin’ outside, patient, we gon’ get ’em
i’ve been double crossed, they lost when i threw out the triple
get close up and start hittin’, beef be good for your nutrition
off rappin’, i made millions, in the trap, i made six figures
n*ggas touch bro while he locked up, i’ma zip they family, n*gga

- est gee lyrics

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