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Amir Harper - Geek Talk Lyrics

[Intro: Rae Rae]
(Kan on a Kane)
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, uh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, uh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Woo

[Chorus: Rae Rae]
Lil' bitch, I'm geeked (Uh)
Fucked that lil' ho one time, now she can't even go to sleep with out me (Yeah, on God)
When I pull up, big body (Skrrt), you gon' know It's me drivin' (Yeah-yeah)
Parlay caught a body (Woo), we can't even say a word about it (Shh)
Young nigga off that Molly (Woo, woo), he gon' pop it, ain't no talking 'bout it (Woo)
Shit gettin' real, young nigga dyin' (Yeah), droppin' like flies (Yeah)
Yeah, they goin' (Let's go)
Mamas cryin', bullets flying (Brrt, woo)
We gon' spin that bitch 'til the morning (Let's go)
Remember long nights on the block, nigga, we was out there until the morning
And we ain't never closе, you can pull up, trap house jumpin' like Jordan

[Verse 1: Rae Rae]
Yeah, tap housе still beaming on the low (Beam)
Man, I pull up beating on the door (I go beat)
Glock with a beam in the coat (Grrt)
Say you want the smoke, nigga, let me know (Woo)
Timbs on, got the deuce in it (Ooh, grrt)
Nigga, probably shoot you and your ho (Ha)
We do that choo-choo (Choo) on your pussy, he keep a tampon with him now
Yeah, all these hoes gettin' slayed, all these hoes gettin' ran through (Woo, woo)
We shoot the gang like checking out checks (Checking out checks), better not make a bad move (Woo)
Come through stuntin' with the stick (Grrt), I bet I make yo' ass move
I can sit back and just send the blitz and watch your ass on the news (On God)
Yeah, yeah, that's no cap (No cap)
Yeah, last nigga played, he got wacked (He got wacked)
If you on the list, nigga, you gettin' stretched (Gettin' stretched)
Car accident, hit your ho from the back (Back)
See, I ain't gon' waste no time with her, she know what it's time for (Time)
You know you ain't have no dime (No-no), so what you drop that dime for? (Oh, yeah)
[Chorus: Rae Rae & Lil PJ]
Lil' bitch, I'm geeked (Uh)
Fucked that lil' ho one time, now she can't even go to sleep with out me (Yeah, on God)
When I pull up, big body (Skrrt), you gon' know It's me drivin' (Yeah-yeah)
Parlay caught a body (Woo), we can't even say a word about it (Shh)
Young nigga off that Molly (Woo, woo), he gon' pop it, ain't no talking 'bout it (Woo)
Shit gettin' real, young nigga dyin' (Yeah), droppin' like flies (Yeah)
Yeah, they goin' (Let's go)
Mamas cryin', bullets flying (Brrt, woo)
We gon' spin that bitch 'til the morning (Let's go)
Remember long nights on the block (Uh-uh), nigga, we was out there until the morning (Uh-uh)
And we ain't never close (Uh-uh), you can pull up (Yeah-yeah), trap house jumpin' like Jordan

[Verse 2: Lil PJ]
Yeah, pullin' up with them .30s, yeah, you know we pull in deep (We gon' pull deep)
Nigga, you ain't 'bout it, talking all that gangster, nigga, you ain't fooling me (Ha, ha)
Nigga for a bag, get you knocked off, your family cost two or three (Yeah, two or three)
Smokin' good gas, nigga, like Rae Rae said, "Lil' bitch, I'm geeked",(Ha), yeah-yeah
Pop a Perc', then might (Yeah) pop a Xan', lil' nigga, I'm feeling me (Nah-nah, nah-nah)
Partner on a Molly, yeah, he gon' die if he think about killing me (On God)
Trap house jumpin' (Yeah, yeah), nigga, like Jordan, send 'em back for two and three (Two and three)
Bitch doing it all on her knees, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
He broke, he can't pay the fee, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, no-no)
Might as well get you a surf 'cause you gon' ride my wave (We gon' surf)
Flexin' on the 'Gram with all them guns, you not hard, no way
Yeah, no cap, no more
[Chorus: Rae Rae]
Lil' bitch, I'm geeked (Uh)
Fucked that lil' ho one time, now she can't even go to sleep with out me (Yeah, on God)
When I pull up, big body (Skrrt), you gon' know It's me drivin' (Yeah-yeah)
Parlay caught a body (Woo), we can't even say a word about it (Shh)
Young nigga off that Molly (Woo, woo), he gon' pop it, ain't no talking 'bout it (Woo)
Shit gettin' real, young nigga dyin' (Yeah), droppin' like flies (Yeah)
Yeah, they goin' (Let's go)
Mamas cryin', bullets flying (Brrt, woo)
We gon' spin that bitch 'til the morning (Let's go)
Remember long nights on the block (Uh-uh), nigga, we was out there until the morning (Uh-uh)
And we ain't never close (Uh-uh), you can pull up, trap house jumpin' like Jordan