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Geekin - ChopNotSlop Remix
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Geekin' for the week, you can call me Screech
I can't hear my phone when I'm gone, ho, quit callin' me
Geekin' for the week, you can call me Screech
I can't hear my phone when I'm gone, ho, quit callin' me
Geekin' for the week, you can call me Screech
I can't hear my phone when I'm gone, ho, quit callin' me
I don't never trip, guess that make these niggas fall for me
Bitch, I mind my business, I ain't in it, ho, don't come for me
Yeah, I'm goin' hard all week, yeah
Fucked up, I can't see, damn
Don't be scared for me, no
This shit what I need, yeah
Big ol' butt, this a sexy sloppy drunk
Down the bottle, Henn the cup, now I'm in here goin' nuts
I don't get hungover, drink Hen like it's soda
And my man Woo that work that knock the head right off your shoulder
Ask all your friends and let her join in
And if they really 'bout it, bring 'em both home to your man
Don't fuck with me if you scary 'cause this shit get hectic
Tryna get my booty rubbed after the club, who gon' text it?
Geekin' for the week, geekin' for the week
Geekin', geekin', geekin' for the week
Geekin' for the week, geekin', geekin'
My best friend a stripper, big ol' booty, it walk and jiggle
And when we together, ho, you better grip your nigga
Her boyfriend a dealer, he always on duty
We geekin' in the trap house, pourin' forties on her booty
Henny on them titties and Patrón on that pussy
You can stay your ass at home if you gon' party like a rookie
Geekin' for the week, geekin' for the week
Geekin', geekin', geekin' for the week
Geekin' for the week, geekin', geekin'
Buck on that dick like a bull, I'm doin' the work on your tool
I hang off your neck like a bib, I'm catchin' all of your drool
My sex appeal on a mil', and he call me Megan the Mill
He tellin' you what he want, then he get with me and he will
I'm grindin' all on your lap, when I look back, know I clutch your lap
Throw it left to right while he hold on that
If I move it slow, I bet he won't last
Geekin' for the week, geekin' for the week
Geekin', geekin', geekin' for the week
Geekin' for the week, geekin', geekin'
Over, done with, watch a real bitch come kill shit
Rock lil' ass shirts 'cause I'm a tiz bit
Turn a grown ass man to a big kid
Pop that, give him eye contact when I look back
Make his ass lock up like a contract
Talk to him like Mike, nigga, who bad?
Work somethin', twerk somethin'
See you lookin' at me, nigga, like you want somethin'
Got the big boy bottle, let me pour somethin'
Bad bitches line up if you want somethin'
Geekin' for the week, geekin' for the week
Geekin', geekin', geekin' for the week
Geekin' for the week, geekin', geekin'
Me and my bitch ain't sweatin' no list
Come through the back because they insist that I
Side boob, side not, come to the stash, turn into my boudoir
Niggas ooh ah when they see me
Young Tina Snow, H-Town Hottie
Long ass legs like I'm Naomi
He reachin' for my pussy, tryna Donald Trump me
I hang on your chin like a damn goatee
I make him go to sleep like I'm late, I leave
Your whole damn clique can't make one of me
And none of y'all hoes can't hang where I be, bitch
Geekin' for the week, geekin' for the week
Geekin', geekin', geekin' for the week
Geekin' for the week, geekin', geekin'
Geekin' for the week, you can call me Screech
I can't hear my phone when I'm gone, ho, quit callin' me
I don't never trip, guess that make these niggas fall for me
Bitch, I mind my business, I ain't in it, ho, don't come for me
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