Lyrics

I do not like her But she do like me Way back then I liked her But she ain't like me Yea, she cropped me out the frame That bitch like spike lee Fucked up my sobriety That bitch a wanna be Too geeked up I'm geeking on mars Huh I'm geeking on mars She told me I'm not the one Damn, she saved my life I don't know what else she wants But she want a star She the one that's on my phone Yeah, she on a roll Woah, hoe Geeking up Geeking up Geeking up Girl let's go, huh Popping on charts Now bitches want me And they tryna fuck go fuck on my bro Tryna step on me But lil nigga, he ain't even got no flow Tryna fuck with me But lil nigga, he ain't even got no dough Yea i be geeking I be geeking on mars I got too much I might spend on my broad I might pull up with a choppa on y'all Nigga hating too much Shooting at y'all I got broadies and they smoking on raw Too geeked up im smoking on raw I might pull up with a choppa and dodge I got money baby it ain't a fraud Molly girl in the city She geeking up I got too much lean and im fiending now Your hoe she wanna be on my team now I can't be the one that simping now I can't be the one that she wanted Now she want me but i know That i wanted her I want her but she know that i wanted her Told you once girl and in the end i said Woah Dont get too geeked up Girl and these drugs man they gon Fuck you up Man i can't lie and i can't give you love But i don't wanna see you hurting I do not like her But she do like me Way back then I liked her But she ain't like me Yea, she cropped me out the frame That bitch like spike lee Fucked up my sobriety That bitch a wanna be Too geeked up I'm geeking on mars Huh I'm geeking on mars She told me I'm not the one Damn, she saved my life I don't know what else she wants But she wants a star She the one that's on my phone Yeah, she on a roll Slapping that bitch up She loving the dick huh Yea she loving the dick I got too much can not cuff on no bitch Yea you gonna talk all that shit But you gonna pull with choppas and miss Pull up with choppa and miss Yea you gonna shoot at me but you gonna miss But you gon shoot and you miss Too lit, geeked I be chilling on mars Too much gas bitch i need more raw Now i got her man she ain't gonna run Too geeked up im on that loud I got money bitch don't need no love Two bi bitches in my loft Too much beef i can't see no saw I got choppa it's gonna hit you And your father I'm tryna blow up Count my money and my bands up These bitches tryna take my soul They can not tame us But i got flows on flows And that's why your fucking hands up All of you bitches talk that shit But you can not stand us Damn right You can not stand us We pull up with choppa Hit your mans And hit your gang up Now you talking crazy Till we pull up with em phantoms Hit your boy like do do do Now nigga put your hands up I do not like her But she do like me Way back then I liked her But she ain't like me Yea, she cropped me out the frame That bitch like spike lee Fucked up my sobriety That bitch a wanna be Too geeked up I'm geeking on mars Huh I'm geeking on mars She told me I'm not the one Damn, she saved my life I don't know what else she wants But she wants a star She the one that's on my phone Yeah, she on a roll
Writer(s): Tuso Mungwira Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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