I was coolin’ smokin’ reefer
Til i got a phone call from lisa
Lisa say she wanna have a threesome
Lisa got a friend named keisha
Keisha came over and they got to doin’ molly and they start geekin
Okay yeah i thought i was tweakin’
So i called my shooter
He’s the one who’ll shoot you for no damn reason
Lisa p#ss# good, keisha head decent
I shouldn’t’ve popped a molly with them b#tches
Now they got me tweakin’
Okay that threesome sh#t was decent
Til i start thinkin why the f#ck this b#tch just call me for no damn reason
She thought she was sneaky
Til i came ovеr with that thang pokin’ out my hip it ain’t a beeper
I got juice no beetle
And thеse f#ckin guns that i’m totin’ in the city they are so illegal
I would leave ’em single
I will f#ck yo momma’s sister tell ’em hi nice to meet ya
n#gg#s be thinkin they sneaky
Got the b#tches off the molly now they out they body
Caught ’em sneakin and geekin
What the f#ck is you thinkin?
Tried to get the prezi, i will let you meet the f#ckin desert eagle
I was coolin’ smokin’ reefer
Til i got a phone call from lisa
Lisa say she wanna have a threesome
Lisa got a friend named keisha
Keisha came over and they got to doin’ molly and they start geekin
I thought i was tweakin’
So i called my shooter
He’s the one who’ll shoot you for no damn reason
Lisa p#ss# good, keisha head decent
I shouldn’t’ve popped a molly with them b#tches
Now they got me tweakin’
Okay i’ma need a beamer
Call the chauffeur tell ’em i’ma need a driver
We can’t fit in a two seater
f#ck a molly, pour a liter
I got problems, she got #ss
Let’s drop the top and go bananas while i blow this diesel
You can’t hit my keisha
I can’t f#ck with lisa
Lisa got that sh#t that make you keep her
I just can’t believe her, i get ’em cheaper
b#tch i’m fresh from costa rica
Off them jets now i got checks for all my peoples
Look, brnlbg, real street n#gg# like b.g
Do this for sump sumpin and meet me
I got gas in the blunt, that’s bp
Flew bad b#tches with me that’s three deep
With like three heats and that’s fact
n#gg#s got f#cked up then i phoned up
Then we both f#ckin that’s that n#gg#
I was coolin’ smokin’ reefer
Til i got a phone call from lisa
Lisa say she wanna have a threesome
Lisa got a friend named keisha
Keisha came over and they got to doin’ molly and they start geekin
I thought i was tweakin’
So i called my shooter
He’s the one who’ll shoot you for no damn reason
Lisa p#ss# good, keisha head decent
I shouldn’t’ve popped a molly with them b#tches
Now they got me tweakin’
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FBG Duck Lyrics – Tweakin