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With A Fucking Army
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
twogeebs
twogeebs
Performer
Mighty Joe Young
Mighty Joe Young
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Onafowora
David Onafowora
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mighty Joe Young
Mighty Joe Young
Producer

Lyrics

I smoke a Geeb then I enter tha booth It's no debate on what I'm questioned to do Only respecting a few That geebs nigga who be next to tha 2 So I'm guessing that makes me tha one Better get you a gun If you don't like me Stopping me is unlikely It's very rare that Zilla hitting tha brakes I smoke a geeb then I finish tha race I'm talking to press why Niggas on they first lap Ya tape dropped not a soul asked who heard that Geeb Tapes we almost at 4 like tha third snap Bitch I'm higher than Beyoncé tickets These corny rappers need to stop tha gimmicks Ya tik toks aint hittin No drive you ain't got provision Im cutting close to tha chest like a top incision Geeb Tape 4 like I hit tha lottery I go so hard viagra tryna sponsor me From Dallas to Jersey my email filled with lots of beats Tha tape is not complete Just pop a seat, it's poppy seeds That mean tha tape is dope and got you roped like boxing rings So that's a rope a dope but no nigga not Ali It's Muhammad Geebs It's almost like a prophecy I love badges in 2K just not police Tell Bill Gates look out for me I'm putting viruses on windows 11 Better send for tha reverend Cuz it's a prob when Zilla F. in town Did a show at FKR and shut that motherfucker down This year I ain't fucking round Pushing so many agendas tha world is fallen over These idols you worship is Satan's fallen soldiers But I ain't preaching tho Bitches stuck on stupid I ctrl alt delete tha hoe Ya peace you gotta keep it tho Shorty mad today bout some shit I did weeks ago Nigga I don't even know And I'm still rocking dirty vans Now we got more than 30 fans Shit was hot man I couldn't even work a fan Back when serving grams With misfits like New Jersey bands Twogeebs don't you forget tha name I'm wrecking fame Leaving rappers drenched in shame Nigga we don't bench tha same Comparisons is senseless I'm benching a thousand pounds you riding tha bench bitch No map needed I get lost in tha beat I can go without talking for weeks When they put ya fucking album on niggas start falling asleep That shit should come with a coffee for free Life sucks but everythings great Im homophobic man everythings straight Even tha beef I'm respecting tha hate I'm getting blocked from lexa to Gates Geeb Tape 4 y'all setting tha date I need some cash bout to get me a brinx Niggas washed like they next to tha sink Smoke a joint while I'm getting the ink Shout out my nigga Kevin Central Ave tha best tats never second Shout out to Nick John and and Carly To harm me you gon need a fucking army With a fucking army With a fucking army With a fucking army With a fucking army With a fucking army
Writer(s): David Onafowora Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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