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geeloo - g-mo skee lyrics

[intro]
uh!
hahaha
filth, filth
b*tch
inf gang, waah
still bangs, what up?
listen
yeeah

[verse 1]
they call me geeloo, the supreme being
speaking the divine language, y’all r&b singing
a beacon of hope in a chamber to keep secret
only unlocked with a key given to a priest in egypt
twisted, created me from dna that they found
my n*ggas reconstructed me then i had to break out
and landed on top of a taxi cab on the way down
and car*jacked the driver with a motherf*cking trey pound
i’m the filth element in hip*hop
and hip*hop needs me because of all that other sh*t soft
[hook]
y’all n*ggas watered down
i spit fire in the air, bring h*ll on earth
the four elements, i got ’em down
and i’m the fifth ele’, you better get ready
it’s finna get messy, this sh*t’ll*
y’all n*ggas watered down
i spit fire in the air, bring h*ll on earth
the four elements, i got ’em down
and i’m the fifth ele’, you better get ready
it’s finna get messy, this sh*t’ll get deadly

[verse 2]
the game needs balance ’cause it’s truly flawed
too many fruity frauds dressed up as ruby rhod
you see a rapper change his style, now you changing yours
shapeshifting ass n*ggas, y’all the f*cking manga lores
my mind don’t show, it’s enrolled in some sticky stuff
cherry got us choking like zorg when we get a puff
get the pump, lift it up, put an arm to a n*gga’s stomach
he’ll have the element stones in his gut
y’all divas, these is raw heaters
g is part g*nius, richmond’s dark secret

[hook]
y’all n*ggas watered down
i spit fire in the air, bring h*ll on earth
the four elements, i got ’em down
and i’m the fifth ele’, you better get ready
it’s finna get messy, this sh*t’ll*
y’all n*ggas watered down
i spit fire in the air, bring h*ll on earth
the four elements, i got ’em down
and i’m the fifth ele’, you better get ready
it’s finna get messy, this sh*t’ll get deadly
[verse 3]
you only get one chance to make g*mo skee mad
then i’m on your ass, you don’t get a multi pass
i will put your f*cking head in a bowling bag
take it out and roll it past the trap your homies at
and make ’em crabs in a bucket when they can’t beat you
them hating*ass n*ggas coming, they the great evil
but when i write on the pages i use the light of creation
to destroy any rival i’m facing, look
my rich city infantry folks surrounding me
ten*deep throwed, finna debo the galaxy

- g mo skee lyrics

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