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whoa - geek boy troy & corey vintage lyrics

[verse 1: corey vintage]
posted in the vip, wit’ ya b*tch like, “whoa”
she open up her mouf like the f*ckin’ letter “o”
she just wanna f*ck, ’cause my pockets on swole
typa money, turnin’ all my friends into foes
word to my n*gga raj, that’s just how it go
walk up in the club with a fat bankroll
wrist on chill and you know my chain froze

[verse 2: geek boy troy]
i got the stacks of the settlements
on your back like a letterman
i can rap a lil’ medicine
we can match a lil’ measurements
and you act a lil’ hesitant
i’m the mac of my residence
ballin’, you gotta keep your wallet packed with the presidents
and some white people told me that i’m a *bleep*, that’s prolly true
and them and i both are finna go learn what this tommy do
a crack to the head and i swear to god that i’m fed up
that b*tch can dub me, i promise i’ll never lose

[verse 3: corey vintage]
cv, gt, we the new worst guys
in the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s f*ckin’ stir fry
lil’ mama said she wanna ride me like a dirt bike
now she all over the wood like a f*ckin’ termite
used to have hoop*dreams, till i picked up the mic
and started movin’ the keys like i was servin’ the white
i got your b*tch on her knees, she do whatever i like
i’m with my boy g*nius t, that boy stay high as a kite
[verse 4: geek boy troy]
i’m lifted, with a b*tch, we ascend our positions, a
thick trick, said my d*ck is delish, she a
ripstick, how she twistin’ her hips
baby, let me hop up in that booty like a rift, hey, hey
i’m feelin’ great, yeah i think i hold a trait of a
real n*gga, ain’t none of my n*ggas fake
i’m the ace of spades in the deck
silver back, planet of the apes
beatin’ on my chest, yeah, yeah

- geek boy troy corey vintage lyrics

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