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tweak! - nifty b lyrics

[chorus: nifty]
geek, geek, geek to the beat (geek to the beat)
pull out my glock, everybody gon’ tweak (don’t run)
pour out the henny, now she on my meat (she on it)
saw a thot in the club, now she all up on me (uh*huh)
like, g in the streets
i got the mop, other b*tches gon’ sweep (mop, mop, mop)
i leave dat boy wit’ a tire, no jeep
db’s on the highway, i move in discreet (do 94)

[verse 1: nifty]
and they f*ck wit’ first page nifty
suck a d*ck, we gon’ empty the clip on his street (think fast)
no way, she a thotty to me
she only want bread, so the next day she leave (uh*huh)
let me tell y’all thе facts, poles got lasers, pleasе don’t lack
that b*tch gettin’ passed, like a blunt (okay)
i’ma slide on the opps, just for fun (die opp)
he got my name in his mouth, and he coughed it up later, i could never be the target for problems
f*ck throwin’ seven i’m throwin’ eleven
42′ teq, when i’m at dnc’s (dnc)
do 95, cruise in my mcb (benz)
i made her wait in line for my s*m*n, like a dmv (d*mn)

[chorus: nifty]
geek, geek, geek to the beat (grrah*grrah)
pull out my glock, everybody gon’ tweak (don’t run)
pour out the henny, now she on my meat (she on my d*ck)
saw a thot in the club, now she all up on me (all up on me)
like, g in the streets (g in da streets!)
i got the mop, other b*tches gon’ sweep (mop, mop)
i leave dat boy wit’ a tire, no jeep (no jeep)
db’s on the highway, i move in discreet
[verse 2: jay solo]
99 cents, that’s a f*ckin’ waste (huh)
bullets leave his tooth red, that’s that toothpaste (toothpaste)
baddie in the back, we sniffin’ cocaine (that coke!)
inhale the booger*sugar, so my boogers all over the place (solo)
nifty keep berettas in his f*ckin’ closet
came home to my gun, but he hate his owner (the f*ck?)
f*cked a b*tch who claimed is mine, but i didn’t own her (at all)
now i’m all about the weed, i’m a f*ckin’ stoner (n*gga)
these marbles always trippin’ b*lls (okay)
i go in spirals several times, like a brain*inducing drug (that perc)
they tryna talk my n*ggas down, hit you up, like you my plug (my plug) (n*gga)
i painted my hollows red, i’m tryna get him xtra red (xtra)

[chorus: nifty]
geek, geek, geek to the beat
pull out my glock, everybody gon’ tweak
pour out the henny, now she on my meat
saw a thot in the club, now she all up on me
like, g in the streets
i got the mop, other b*tches gon’ sweep
i leave dat boy wit’ a tire, no jeep
db’s on the highway, i move in discreet

[verse 3: geeko robby]
i get 20 a’s, like a f*ckin’ geek (ha, geek)
i love white b*tches, but i ain’t a creep
in the i.t.o, that’s my industry, i tuck my 40. clip in my bed, like it’s my teddy bear (ha, ha, ha)
yeah, i been out and rappin’, since a little kid (ha, little kid)
mm, b*tches real stupid when they get a fight (takin’ flight)
i carry my tips, and we gon’ purge tonight
i hope i don’t hit a christian, he get hoplo (yuh)
look for his friends on a google map (huh?)
i really don’t need 360 (look)
f*ck a black b*tch on the 6th week (uh)
been a minute since i hopped in the studi*oh
these thot b*tches mad rundy (like)
all my n*ggas wanna smoke ted bundy (what)
she wanna f*ck on the phone, she got my address
b*tch, pull up (okay)
[chorus: nifty]
geek, geek, geek to the beat (to the beat)
pull out my glock, everybody gon’ tweak (just tweak)
pour out the henny, now she on my meat (get back!!!)
saw a thot in the club, now she all up on me
like, g in the streets
i got the mop, other b*tches gon’ sweep (sweep they block)
i leave dat boy wit’ a tire, no jeep
db’s on the highway, i move in discreet (move in discreet)

- nifty b lyrics

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