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lirik lagu moneysign suede - geeked up

[intro: moneysign suede]
(i’ma tap in 88, he got them chops on him)
how i woke up in the studio, n~gga, it’s 6 a.m., n~gga
i’m just grinding, n~gga

[verse 1: moneysign suede]
when i was nine, never thought i’d have a 9
i wanna take his life ’cause that n~gga wanna take mine
he be talkin’ ’bout the life, but he told me that he be lyin’
heard he wanna be like me, but really, i don’t even mind
heard she asking ’bout a n~gga, b~tch, i’m doing fine
i love money, i’ma get it ’til i f~ckin’ die
told you it wasn’t for my people, i’ma always grind
a n~gga doing better, so now she hit my linе
i don’t want no fake love, b~tch, stay away
i’m vibing to the bеat, shout out 88
i’m ’bout to turn myself in, but a n~gga straight
i did it to myself ’cause i went this way
i got an open case, still with a k
i’m still with the straps, still with the fades
i got a bid, fightin’ bids, they say i gotta change
i’m still hardheaded, n~gga, f~ck the fame
fake love that you be showin’, that sh~t made me laughter
when i was locked up, you ain’t even answer
used to care about you first, care about me after
i’m the lil’ n~gga with a big blammer
i’m that lil’ n~gga causin’ trouble
yeah, i had to hustle
n~gga, what you know about the struggle?
before i took a dub, i would fumble
it’s 2020, everybody wanna be a boss
but ain’t n0body wanna take a loss
i ain’t even twenty~one, how i’m in the club?
that b~tch thirty~three, heard she wanna f~ck
told her my money thirty~three, but i’m only twenty
she said it’s cool ’cause i’m fly, so she gon’ let me
she gon’ let me f~ck for the night
i’m to the point where i don’t even gotta try
geeked up, i just took a red light
in the stu’ with chike with like five pipes
[verse 2: az chike]
oh, my bad, i just f~cked on your wife (f~cked on your wife)
okay, livin’ like it’s sprite, lime life (livin’ like it’s sprite)
one too many, i can’t let you try twice
born a man, but still a b~tch, boy, you gon’ die dyk~ (you gon’ die dyk~)
i’m in the stu’ with like ten poles (ten poles)
uh, f~ckin’ other n~ggas’ hoes
try your luck (try your luck)
b~tch, i’m the realest, would expose
i’ll pull up all white like it’s somethin’ up your nose, uh (somethin’ up your nose)
ak~47 on a preteen twelve~gauge
everything smooth, i call suede
i’ma double back and f~ck a b~tch in my balmains
i’m a dog, in the trap ’til my b~lls stank
how you wanna kick it? you get stomped ’til your jaw break
i charge up, wait, now i’m back to my dog ways
burbank, can give a f~ck what the law think
i’m with my main thing, b~tch, you don’t call late

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