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Geeked up, girl, he geeked up | Bitch I might be, bitch I might be | Bitch I might be, bitch I might be
Geeked up, girl, he geeked up Bitch I might be, bitch I might be Bitch I might be, 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 The inside of my ride smellin' like a pound of purple 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' rubber bands Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Bitch I might be, bitch I might be Bitch I might be, bitch I might be Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up Bitch I might be, bitch I might be Bitch I might be, bitch I might be Bitch I might be hiffie, I'm from California and this might be Nikes Come and run up on 'em nigga I'll wear your size, you wear my size I got a big mac, let's make french fries I'm high as a plane, pop a pill, disappear like David Blaine Come back on the track with Gucci Mane I got ten pillz, ten hoes, I'ma run a chu-chu train All through Atlanta, my new nickname is Gucci Jane I don't let 'em swallow, I show 'em how to use it man Want to take my, make themselves a chain You got some bad bitches I suggest you do the same Treat my hoes like my cars, drop 'em in blow they brains Wash 'em up then blow they brains If she swallow the whole bat and the ball she can roll with Jane I been a soldier boy, niggas know the name I'll superman that hoe and call her lower slang Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Bitch I might be, bitch I might be Bitch I might be, bitch I might be Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up Bitch I might be, bitch I might be Bitch I might be, bitch I might be Gucci Mane on the fly, nigga get your mind right Or a crys by the twelve like a case of budlight Sell a cush by a bell so you know 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 Like 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 Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Bitch I might be, bitch I might be Bitch I might be, bitch I might be Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up Bitch I might be, bitch I might be Bitch I might be, bitch I might be
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