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geico - ​syrealugly lyrics

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[syrealugly]
n*ggas foldin like a [?]
that stick it go where i go
when lost i call up geico
these n*ggas hate that i know
like boy you is not my bro
no main b*tch, thats my side hoe
i came in with a stick, and a stick, yeah, akimbo
wanna get low like limbo, b*tch ill shoot you and your big bro
you ain’t a k!ller if you dont got a stick though
with the gang n*gga we gon get dough
when we send shots better get low
we gon knock the meat out the taco
do a drill like im from chicago
lock that boy up with a hoe
i am not tryna [?]
in the cup, pourin up a four
feds ask me, i dont know
b*tch, im off the drank movin slow
that boy talk down, we gon get him, we gon send shots we dont diss him
dont give a f*ck a b*tch, n*gga, she get hit if she with him
we just walked in we gon stick him
call a play, n*gga, we dont bless him
he can’t talk sh*t, he a dead n*gga
had a white tee, now its red n*gga
b*tch, i only came for the bread n*gga
ill [?]
i cannot f*ck with no fed
feel like a [?] im keepin the [?]
n*gga you b*tch made, like fred
ill put that stick in that n*gga friend
you in the back, n*gga [?]
we finna cut that n*gga like some thread
get that boy knocked off for some bread
i dont think they understandin me
like pull up, where yo family be
all of these n*ggas is fans to me
n*ggas play like a fantasy
i remember they was clownin me
i remember they was doubtin me
n*ggas couldn’t even f*ck with me
(go, b*tch)

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