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geek - lildaddex lyrics

[intro]
yeah (yeah)
ayy
too the neck, ayy
b-tch i need that, ayy
i’m on the pills right now, yeah
ayy, yeah
ayy, ayy

[verse]
all the bad hoes on deck (on deck)
smoking dope moving through the pyrex, yes (whip whip)
16 zips to the neck (to the neck)
asap b-tch i need that, ayy (yeah yeah)
all day i talk about drugs when the drugs run out
get the f-ck out of my head (my head)
ayy, i’m so on, when i wrote this song
i was poured up counting up bread, d-mn
b-tch wanna ride, she a bust down (bust down)
wake up, everyday scoring touchdowns, ayy
two red cups with some mud now (some mud now)
pop one, pop two, never come down, ayy (never come down)
yeah, balling i feel like i’m reggie (reggie)
i swear they really ain’t ready
i know they envy
i’m popping pills like confetti
skate off the scene like i’m gretzky
skrt skrt skrt (skrrrt)
geeking like ed, edd, and eddy
put molly inside of my belly (ayy)
f-ck what the tell me
shout out my brother j fenny (yeah)
we pouring it just until its empty
ayy, yeah, wavy -ss boy like a jetski
low-key, so the police don’t arrest me, ayy
when i’m off lean, get the best sleep f-ck that
b-tch i fight nods, like i’m wrestling, ayy
f-ck next up b-tch i’m too nice (too nice)
one brick equal like two stripes (two stripes)
blow loud pack till the room, high, who high
go and try me thats suicide (thats it)
flexing on these b-tches like it’s do or die (ayy)
money lying can’t complain need a new ride, ayy
blowing on gas when i cruise by
so much smoke, sh-t it getchu whole crew high
ay, i bought a brick just to sip (sip)
fell like kp on the nicks (kp on the nicks)
yeah, uh, my b-tch told me that i’m sick (that i’m sick)
but lately i don’t give a sh-t (i don’t give a sh-t)
ay, uh, yeah, imma go hard in this b-tch
get some tec, and some wok, then i mix
i’m off the sh-ts, they be like “daddex you lit” (you lit)
geeking i’m on in this b-tch, ayy
flip the pack up, go sip that
whats the price tag on the big bag?
lil daddex make a b-tch bring a grip back
slow mo, break a b-tch off like kit-kat, ayy
come take a ride shawty sit back (sit back)
now he tryna find where his b-tch at (b-tch)
we ain’t tryna die young but we live fast
imma make sure all my brothers get rich fast

- lildaddex lyrics

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