Текст песни Geeked Up - Gucci Mane
Is
you
rollin?
Bitch
I
might
be
Girl
he
geeked
up
Girl
he
geeked
up
Bitch
I
might
be
East
Atlanta
slum
man
is
where
I
come
from
Pass
that
bubble
thrax
and
put
this
bean
on
your
tongue
Now
everything
was
gravy
til
your
bitch
came
in
Bout
the
same
time
that
that
thang
kicked
in
Now
she
ain't
really
pretty
but
she
got
a
nice
body
I'm
geeked
up
thinkin
this
Buffie
The
Body
Ain't
your
name
lil
Trina
cause
you
look
like
Janet
Jackson
I'm
off
three
double
stacks
and
I'm
lookin
for
that
action
Gucci
Mane
you
stupid
man
I
love
the
way
you
flowin
Ridin
in
my
drop
but
I
don't
know
where
I'm
goin
On
two
eighty
five
I
keep
ridin
in
a
circle
Gucci
is
your
time
give
me
five
more
minutes
and
a
cold
orange
juice
cause
I'm
really
really
trippin
Went
to
the
strip
club
and
request
that
I'm
da
man
The
next
thing
you
know
I
was
throwin
rubberbands
Shawty
tellin
me
she
ain't
neva
suck
no
dick
Neva
took
a
pill
or
neva
ate
a
bitch
You
a
lie
but
I
ain't
gonna
get
upset
right
now
But
I
wish
I
had
a
lie
detector
test
right
now
You
say
you
marry
well
bitch
you
might
be
But
I
bet
your
husband
ain't
Icy
like
me
She
stand
on
B.C.
in
my
ashy
black
tee
When
dem
dope
man
nikes
and
dem
jore
ass
jeans-Jordache
Jeans
I
don't
pay
her
but
I
still
keep
that
thrax
on
me
I'm
a
the
shit
in
East
Atlanta
baby
ask
about
me
Pop
one
pop
two
two
halves
that's
three
Ain't
no
waffle
house
baby
hell
I
can't
eat
Gucci
hood
like
your
hoodman
hes
so
extreme
Wearin
doces
in
the
club
cause
you
kno
the
boy
geeked
Top
the
top
on
that
thang
let
you
see
my
seats
We've
been
rollin
rollin
rollin
we
ain't
slept
in
weeks
Gucci
Mane
the
flyy
nigga
get
your
mind
right
Or
a
crys
by
the
twelve
like
a
case
of
budlight
Sell
a
cush
by
a
bell
so
you
kno
might
shit
tight
See
I'm
30
in
the
morning
on
a
all
night
flight
I'm
high
like
Fabo
hood
like
Shawty
So
tell
me
when
to
go
like
my
name
E-40
A
rich
rock
star
nigga
I'm
gonna
party
Got
a
party
pack
of
pillz
that's
at
least
bout
40
I'll
pour
dem
in
your
hand
like
a
bag
of
jelly
beans
Take
two
of
these
pillz
call
me
in
the
morning
Fifty
thousand
pillz
man
I'm
so
real
Three
dollars
for
a
pill
that's
a
damn
good
deal
Ay
wassup
Gucci
Mane.
Why
you
sweatin
so
hard?
Is
you
rollin
or
somethin.
Shit
well
baby
I
might
be.
But
got
damn
what
is
you
doin.
You
jockin
a
playa.
You
ch-Chewy
ova
here
right.
Look
I
ain't
(K-Reilly)
K-Rab
baby
You
know
what
I
mean
I'm
not
a
piece
of
Bubblegum.
What
I'm
doin
is
not
your
business.
But
matta
of
fact
while
you
ova
here
is
you
a
waitress
or
somethin?
Cause
the
shit
you
got
on
make
you
look
like
you
a
waitress.
So
do
what
you
do
iight.
I'm
a
give
you
this
hundred
dollars.
Go
get
you
what
ever
you
drankin.
Bring
me
and
click
about
ten
of
dem
orange
juices,
five
crunk
juices
nd
we'll
be
straight
how
bout
that.
And
is
you
straight
is
you
single
or
is
you
marry.
Cause
I
might
be,
Bitch
I
might
be,
Bitch
I
might
be,
Bitch
I
might
be
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1 Umm Hmm
2 See You Later
3 Hurt Nobody
4 Geeked Up
5 Donald Trump
6 Donald Trump
7 Clap Your Hands
8 Tell Nobody No
9 Riding Around
10 Wait Your Turn
11 You The Best
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