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D Savage - Geekd Up Lyrics

[Chorus: D. Savage & Ty Dolla $ign]
Pour that lean till I’m sleep (Pour that lean till I’m sleep)
I get geeked up every week (I get geeked up every week)
She so fresh, she's on fleek (She so fresh, she's on fleek)
Air Force Ones, got no crease
Yeah, we geek up till the sun out
She chillin with her buns out
I’m rich, I got them funds now
Throwin’ all the ones, yeah
Walk around with a loaded drum, feeling like Sadam now
I been Geek’d Up, I been fine, but I’m back, you’re done now
Too turnt, they can’t stop this
Hundreds out my pocket
Jump out, tell 'em watch this
Ain’t goin for no nonsense
This one for my young niggas trapping for that profit (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, she chillin with her buns out
Baby keep on poonin’ me
Tellin me I’m the only one
But this bitch ain’t fooling me
Every time I come out the house
Huh, bitch I keep my tool with me
This one for the snots, huh
Long live my nigga Chris King
Wockiana, I just can’t sip anything
Rock Milano, fly your bitch to Italy
All black everything, my bitch dress just like me
250 for the verse, for Savage just for free
[Chorus: D Savage]
Pour that lean
Pour that lean till I’m sleep (Pour that lean till I’m sleep)
I get geeked up every week (I get geeked up every week)
She so fresh, she's on fleek (She so fresh, she's on fleek)
Air Force Ones, got no crease
Yeah, we geek up till the sun out
She chillin with her buns out
I’m rich, I got them funds now
Throwin’ all the ones, yeah
Walk around with a loaded drum, feeling like Sadam now
I been Geek’d Up, I been fine, but I’m back, you’re done now
Too turnt, they can’t stop this
Hundreds out my pocket
Jump out, tell 'em watch this
Ain’t goin for no nonsense
This one for my young niggas trapping for that profit

[Verse 2: D Savage]
None of us on dope dealing, shooters in my section
Strapped up in the function, two guns on me bussin'
Rich and they can’t fathom
Bitch, we from West Adams
I get high off gun smoke, you don’t want no cancer
Make that niggas strip butt naked like a dancer
My star painted two tone
White gold, rose gold
Link up with some bad hoes, Christian Dior raincoat
Unchained like Django, ain’t no place I can’t go
Geek’d Up, got my mind gone
I'm inside with some shades on
[Chorus: D Savage]
Pour that lean
Pour that lean till I’m sleep (Pour that lean till I’m sleep)
I get geeked up every week (I get geeked up every week)
She so fresh, she's on fleek (She so fresh, she's on fleek)
Air Force Ones, got no crease
Yeah, we geek up till the sun out
She chillin with her buns out
I’m rich, I got them funds now
Throwin’ all the ones, yeah
Walk around with a loaded drum, feeling like Sadam now
I been Geek’d Up, I been fine, but I’m back, you’re done now
Too turnt, they can’t stop this
Hundreds out my pocket
Jump out, tell 'em watch this
Ain’t goin for no nonsense
This one for my young niggas trapping for that profit

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
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