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chef geech - 90 days كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
let’s go!
everything gravy, old b_tch crazy
new b_tch hate me
i can’t even get mad, did that ho shady
this how god made me
flaws and all but got the b_lls to ball
i put the city on my back
giddy up, chef!
i was at the back of the line
i’m up next
i prefer her with soft lips and rough s_x
ten b_tches rolling loud in miami, this a f_ck fest
parking lot pimping like i’m chad, my n_gga
you gettin’ money but you broke ’cause you brag, my n_gga
geech, how you get that benz and that bag, my n_gga?
you ask a whole lotta questions, f_ck you vlad, my n_gga?
pistol by the bed, money bag, my n_gga
pass you n_ggas in the f_type jag
you ain’t even in my class
one thing about me, i’ma hustlе for it
h_ll yeah, life’s a b_tch but shе f_ckin’ gorgeous

[chorus]
dope dealing, selling, schemes
fast money, feta cheese
f_ck you doin’, f_ck you mean?
gettin’ to it by any means
small circle, mega team
if you ain’t got nothing to hold, you can hold these nuts
shorty wanna roll with me, tell her she can roll the weed up
90 bands, 90 days, all it took was 3 months
[post_chorus]
i done seen a lotta pape’ through these buffs
my feet up, i been on the road for like 3 months
i done seen a lotta pape’ through these buffs
my feet up, i been on the road for like 3 months
i done seen a lotta pape’ through these buffs
my feet up, i been on the road for like 3 months
i done seen a lotta pape’ through these buffs
my feet up, i been on the road for like 3 months

[verse 2]
okay, everything wavy
baby face ray me, n_ggas can’t fade me
had to cut some n_ggas out the team ‘cause they lazy
d_mn, can you blame me?
westside rich n_gga, detroit baby
hat to the back in my new drop ‘lac
they like, “geech, we love you dawg
wish we was you, dawg!
i can’t make promises but i could plug you, dawg
i know where the fountain is, i could flood you dawg
[?]
pill dust and fraud
field chips and cough
all we fear is god, n_gga, we above the law
if sh_t ain’t up to par then we’ll cut you off
if don’t f_ck with dawg then we can’t talk at all
(b_tch, shut the f_ck up!)
it’s a paper work party
soon as fonz walk in, it’s a percocet party
soon as bonds walk in, ten b_tches get gnarly
if you ever caught me tardy, i was busy gettin’ money
no cap
[chorus]
dope dealing, selling, schemes
fast money, feta cheese
f_ck you doin’, f_ck you mean?
gettin’ to it by any means
small circle, mega team
if you ain’t got nothing to hold, you can hold these nuts
shorty wanna roll with me, tell her she can roll the weed up
90 bands, 90 days, all it took was 3 months

[post_chorus]
i done seen a lotta pape’ through these buffs
my feet up, i been on the road for like 3 months
i done seen a lotta pape’ through these buffs
my feet up, i been on the road for like 3 months
i done seen a lotta pape’ through these buffs
my feet up, i been on the road for like 3 months
i done seen a lotta pape’ through these buffs
my feet up, i been on the road for like 3 months

- chef geech

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