Letra

OG weed in my backwood Stuff crust by the way Let me get 'em one one Ey Longway let me get a boot bro Codeine Holding it on Hold it down bro What you tripping you know I don't know that Shut up bitch Can't goddamn get no sleep I'm geekin' Santana Sneakin' Geakin' Sneakin' n' Geekin' she fuck with that molly Molly Molly Damn Sneakin' Geekin' Sneakin' n' Geekin' he fuck with that molly Geeked up Boot up Sneakin' Geekin' Sneakin' n' Geekin' up we geeked up on molly All of us Turn the fuck up Hold that down bro Bump that sack, Bobbi Brown Sneakin' n' Geakin' I'm running round the lobby Bootin up molly my fifth pocket .23 missiles took off like a rocket Walking in the Prada feeling like I'm Rocky Balboa Italian Stallion Hunned band on my medallion Sneekin n Geekin The bitch lookin at my diamonds dancing She really geeked off the molly danced for them bands Sneakin n' geekin I can tell the way she freakin' to the weeknd Wanna lay up all weekend Fuck her like the belly of the beast The molly kicked in yeah I'm going in her deep end Boot up Bitch sneakin geekin she was laying on the molly from the backend Molly Santana you'll get her understand that you ain't laying on the beach for the weekend Sneakin' n Geakin' n Sneakin' n Geekin' He geekin' she geekin' we geekin' She drinking and cooking me breakfast I told that bitch I can't eat no butter pecan She talking my head off and dip in Harry Potter this bitch go harder than Sinbad Geeked the fuck up in her after hour the molly on me sweat like Trinnidad Hanna Montana we dipping n' passing Geeked the fuck up behind designer glasses My bitch say I'm tripping Dumping backwood ashes All on my louboutin Givenchy khakis My nigga you sneakin or geekin what's cracking I keep finding little missiles all in your pad Baby that ain't shit that just a little candy Some of the shit white and some a lil' sad Sneakin n Geekin he wanna be down just like Brandy Sneakin Geekin now he Bobbi Brown buying heavy Molly Santana bitch go rock steady Somebody get a bitch and had she boom might heavy Scottie got a bitch feelin hotter I can tell ya Double down with 2Pac and must've catch a body And one of you lil' niggas runnin round the lobby Throw it like fuck nigga screamin Machavelli Now blame it on the alcohol she tell me that was Tylenol Sneakin n geekin I know what's happening Ooh no fucking on both of y'all I know she like it like a dog Bend over lil' bitch and let me ram it Sneakin n geekin know I want your panties She started dancing to Hanna Montana Hit the light, geek bitch and light a candle You need speaking bitches talking Country Grammar
Writer(s): Quincy Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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