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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Geordie Kieffer
Geordie Kieffer
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mitch Toler
Mitch Toler
Composer
George David Kieffer III
George David Kieffer III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Geordie Kieffer
Geordie Kieffer
Producer
Mitch Toler
Mitch Toler
Producer

Lyrics

MY TONGUE MY THIGH LOOK IN MY EYE I GOT 5 fingers don't you lie to me 2 door super nova Champagne Cheverol Chrome pully 4 speed With the Rear drum brakes 6 Q Oil Pan. Blade Cooly Fan Stock steel big wheel With my dik in my hand 405 to the 101 Im in the gt 2 smokin in the sun With the fat fish tail And the paint job custom, Who need women, I got whips I love em 1978 FORD f 150 4 x 4 with the black plate Gun metal your blood about to settle I'm flying off a clif with my pinky on the pedal Like a devil heat up the kettle anothe level I disheveled the whole endeavor I'm wearing leather in my new g t r m Benz With the 5 0 HP 6 K RMP MY TONGUE MY THIGH LOOK IN MY EYE I GOT 5 fingers don't you lie to me I'm in the off BLUE LUSSO 1962 I don't drive stick shift But your girlfriend do High heels She wanna make squeel But I'm headed to dealership To cop a set a wheels 3 GMC's rollin down the street With shoe shine steel And the twin tip heat With the powder coat 22s On the feet And theyOff road ready, Gotta burry the beat like 1955 Benz offender Sunset boullevqrd Loan shark money lender Big spender CHECKin a brick & My HELL cat V8 SRT Go QUICK G 65 with the chrome 45 live Yo valentine tied to the hood of my ride I'm Planning on a head on collision, Body parts scattered in the city that I'm livin My tongue my thigh look in my eye I got 5 fingers don't u lie to me IM IN A SILK DU RAG BUTT NAKED ALL THE LIGHTS ON YOU GUNNA SHAKE IT SHAKE IT babay IMA SMACK IT TILL U COME ON MY TONGUE MY THIGH LOOK IN MY EYE I GOT 5 fingers don't u lie to me 2021 Lexus RCF with the high back seats & The triple beam lead Brembo brakes on a brotha 6 p monoblock seat belt off motha fucka Pretty girl pussy In my face No lease I buy outright w the cash briefcase O she gunna kill me slow Think I oughtta fly through the front windshield you know
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