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Geekin' Video (MV)




Performed By: YoungChefMoney
Language: English
Length: 3:44
Written by: Tyrin Walker




YoungChefMoney - Geekin' Lyrics




Mix that purple with that red, now I'm geekin
Lil' mama blowin' up my phone, yeah, she tweakin'
Mix that purple with that red, now I'm geekin
Lil' mama blowin' up my phone, yeah, she tweakin'
Mix that purple with that red, now I'm geekin
Lil' mama blowin' up my phone, yeah, she tweakin'

I ain't stressin' bout no bitch, I sweat that paper
On the road, doin' shows, countin' papers
I told my brothers, we gon' make it, just be patient

I ain't worried about you niggas, y'all be fakin'
Lil' mama blowin' up my line for a birkin
I told that bitch, I'm in the stu, leave me alone, I'm workin
You must be crazy if I ain't got that white girl twerkin
We in our bag and no my niggas ain't doin' no splurgin

I knew this was gonna take a lil' time I told my niggas, gotta stay up on our grind
I put my heart and soul in it every time I can't go back to bein' broke, no, no, not I
Shorty thick and yes, I'm likin' her lil vibe, All I see is blue Benjis in my eyes
They didn't believe me, guess I caught them by surprise
You been that hater, I can't bless you, never mind

Mix that purple with that red, now I'm geekin
Lil' mama blowin' up my phone, yeah, she tweakin'
Mix that purple with that red, now I'm geekin
Lil' mama blowin' up my phone, yeah, she tweakin'
Mix that purple with that red, now I'm geekin
Lil' mama blowin' up my phone, yeah, she tweakin'
Mix that purple with that red, now I'm geekin
Lil' mama blowin' up my phone, yeah, she tweakin'


I can't show my girl to you hoes, y'all be hatin
I done found the sauce and now I got some paper
This shit started with my niggas in Tommo basement
The goal a billion, I won't stop until I make it
I done changed lanes, now they say I changed the game
You can keep the fame, I just want the green
I done did some things, real life things
I should be ashamed, charge it to the game

Heart cold from the pain,
God told me sometimes sunny gotta rain
We used to shackles, now it's time for them chains
We all lost, everybody wanna bang I don't think you really understand my pain
I won't stop until I patek the whole game I won't stop until I patek the whole game
I'm talkin' diamond watches, we don't care about chains

Mix that purple with that red, now I'm geekin
Lil' mama blowin' up my phone, yeah, she tweakin'
Mix that purple with that red, now I'm geekin
Lil' mama blowin' up my phone, yeah, she tweakin'
Mix that purple with that red, now I'm geekin
Lil' mama blowin' up my phone, yeah, she tweakin'
Mix that purple with that red, now I'm geekin
Lil' mama blowin' up my phone, yeah, she tweakin'
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Mix that purple with that red, now I'm geekin
Lil' mama blowin' up my phone, yeah, she tweakin'
Mix that purple with that red, now I'm geekin
Lil' mama blowin' up my phone, yeah, she tweakin'
Mix that purple with that red, now I'm geekin
Lil' mama blowin' up my phone, yeah, she tweakin'

I ain't stressin' bout no bitch, I sweat that paper
On the road, doin' shows, countin' papers
I told my brothers, we gon' make it, just be patient

I ain't worried about you niggas, y'all be fakin'
Lil' mama blowin' up my line for a birkin
I told that bitch, I'm in the stu, leave me alone, I'm workin
You must be crazy if I ain't got that white girl twerkin
We in our bag and no my niggas ain't doin' no splurgin

I knew this was gonna take a lil' time I told my niggas, gotta stay up on our grind
I put my heart and soul in it every time I can't go back to bein' broke, no, no, not I
Shorty thick and yes, I'm likin' her lil vibe, All I see is blue Benjis in my eyes
They didn't believe me, guess I caught them by surprise
You been that hater, I can't bless you, never mind

Mix that purple with that red, now I'm geekin
Lil' mama blowin' up my phone, yeah, she tweakin'
Mix that purple with that red, now I'm geekin
Lil' mama blowin' up my phone, yeah, she tweakin'
Mix that purple with that red, now I'm geekin
Lil' mama blowin' up my phone, yeah, she tweakin'
Mix that purple with that red, now I'm geekin
Lil' mama blowin' up my phone, yeah, she tweakin'


I can't show my girl to you hoes, y'all be hatin
I done found the sauce and now I got some paper
This shit started with my niggas in Tommo basement
The goal a billion, I won't stop until I make it
I done changed lanes, now they say I changed the game
You can keep the fame, I just want the green
I done did some things, real life things
I should be ashamed, charge it to the game

Heart cold from the pain,
God told me sometimes sunny gotta rain
We used to shackles, now it's time for them chains
We all lost, everybody wanna bang I don't think you really understand my pain
I won't stop until I patek the whole game I won't stop until I patek the whole game
I'm talkin' diamond watches, we don't care about chains

Mix that purple with that red, now I'm geekin
Lil' mama blowin' up my phone, yeah, she tweakin'
Mix that purple with that red, now I'm geekin
Lil' mama blowin' up my phone, yeah, she tweakin'
Mix that purple with that red, now I'm geekin
Lil' mama blowin' up my phone, yeah, she tweakin'
Mix that purple with that red, now I'm geekin
Lil' mama blowin' up my phone, yeah, she tweakin'
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Writer: Tyrin Walker
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