Geekin

Geekin for the week

You can call me Screech

I can't hear my phone when I'm gone

Hoe quit callin' me

I don't ever trip

Guess that make these niggas fall for me

Bitch, I mind my business

I ain't in it, hoe don't come for me

Yeah, yeah

I'm going hard all week, yeah

Fucked up I can't see, damn

Don't be scared for me, no

This shit what I need, ay

Big ole, big ole, big ole butt

This is sexy, sloppy drunk

Dip the bottle in the cup

Now I'm in here goin' nuts

I don't get hungover, drink Henn' like it's soda

And my man move that work, knock the head right off his shoulder

Shake that ass on your friend, and let her friend join in

And if they really 'bout it, bring 'em both home to your man

Don't fuck with me if you're scary, cos this shit get hit bitch

Tryna get my booty rubbed after the club, who gon text me?

Geekin for the week

Geekin for the week

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My best friend a stripper

Big ole booty, walkin' jiggle

And when we ride together

Hoe, you better grab your nigga

Her boyfriend a dealer, he always on duty

We geekin in the traphouse pourin' 40's on her booty

Henny on them titties, and Patron on that pussy

Yeah, you can stay your ass at home if you gon party like a rookie

Bitch I'm 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 goin' to work on your tool

I hang round your neck like a bib

I'm catchin' all of your drool (aah)

My sex appeal on a mil

He call me 'Megan The Meal'

He tellin' you what he want

But he get with me and he will

Windin', grindin' all on your lap

When I look back, know I control that

Goin' left to right, while he holdin' on that

If I move it slow, I bet he won't last

Geekin for the week

Geekin for the week

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Overdo it, watch a real bitch come kill shit

Rock lil ass shirts cause my tits big

Turn a grown ass man to a big kid

Pop that, 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 some, twerk some

See you lookin' at me nigga, like you want some

Got the big boy bottle, let me pour some

Bad bitches, line up if you want some

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, the hottest out now

Come to the stash, turn it to my boudouir

You must ooh ahh, when they see me

Young Tina Snow, H-Town hottie

Long ass legs like I'm Naomi

He reaching 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 Lei Ali

Your hoe couldn't make one of me

And none of y'all hoes can't hang where I be

Geekin for the week

Geekin for the week

Geekin-Geekin-Geekin for the week

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Geekin for the week

You can call me Screech

I can't hear my phone when I'm gone

Hoe quit callin' me

I don't ever trip

Guess that make these niggas fall for me

Bitch, I mind my business

I ain't in it, hoe don't come for me

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah