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TESTO - Wifisfuneral - Geek

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TESTO - Wifisfuneral - Geek

Yeah, ayy

Red dot on his forehead, we gon' aim the beam at his face (Oh yuh)
I've been runnin' up this chicken, stackin' up this lettuce all up on my plate (Yuh)
She just switch up with the options that we could go see, now fuck the gang (Yuh)
I can never trust a bitch with the love shit, get up out my face
Put it in your mouth, how it taste? (Okay)
Tryna take your soul both ways (Okay)
I only stash lil' time in the day (Ayy, ayy)
Kickin' shit like I'm Bruce Lee, Jet Li (Ayy)
Made love in a cocaine Bentley (Yuh)
Tryna ride my body, don't test me (Yuh)
Tryna spread it like butter on the bedsheets (Yuh, mm, mm)
Pop two of them things, I'm beamin' (Woo)
I was told to just drive with no reason (Mm, mm)
I'm so high, might land on Venus (Mm, mm)
And her man wanna be me, I see it (I see it)
And she ask me all 'bout it, she fiendin' (Mhm)
Wanna get down low with a demon (Okay, yuh)
Gotta paint her face with semen (Okay, yuh)
Keep me mad at your ho, I treat ya
Suck the blood out my skin like tea
Lil' net ho, I ain't on shit (Oh, yuh)
I was plottin' on an M to get rich
And these lil' rappers ain't on piss (Yuh, yuh)
In this underground shit, I got kids
Whole world told me I wasn't lit (Yuh, yuh)
Now bitch can't get off of my dick
I call Bon, he shoot, don't miss (Yuh, yuh)
Mix problems remiss (Okay)
In love with the codeine touchin' my lips (Okay)
Feelin' like I'm Danny Phantom with the all-Ghost whip (Okay)
And she givin' out brain like she need to start shift (Yuh, yuh)
Lil' mama, slow down, 'cause you jumped my trip (Yuh, yuh)
Respect this bitch, know what the fuck I is (Yuh)
And I want the smoke like a goddamn spliff (Yuh)
Gotta lock her down like we did upon the ship (Yuh, yuh)
Oh, you wanna fuck Chris? 'Bout twenty of them (Ooh)
Like Edge and Renny, don't play with it (Oh, mm)
You tryna hang like a handkerchief (Oh, mm)
You tryna front and say we friends (Oh, mm)
You think you gotta come save me then (Oh, mm)
'Cause you hold me down like baby years (Okay, yuh)
It's so sad, I don't play fair (Okay, yuh)
I shot Cupid in the air
So excited that he dead
She tell the tale, won't go to bed (Oh, yuh)
Pull up in a drop-top, oh, it's red
Oh, she said she foreign (Yuh)
And I'm so fucked out the foreign red
Bad bitch left my phone on read (Yuh, yuh)
They drop dead, call the coroner
Nigga it's you, but it's all for us
Treat the thot like zip, name one, I'll bust (Mhm)
And I'm stackin' up bands like fee, fi, fun (Okay)
Babygirl movin' like a G slide up (Okay)
And she suck knees down, so I'm geeked, oh yuh (Yuh, yuh)
Holdin' you down like a touch (Yuh, yuh)
But I would be learned if I ever gave a fuck (Yuh)
Damn, I'm so faded, I'm Lord of the
Fuck the amount, I'm like, "Fuck all the toe"
Faded with spirit, you feel me, I go

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