Fat Trel - Geetchi Liberachi lyrics

rate me

Ft. Rick Ross

(Intro)

I stepped out that Panamera, my DGK and Classics on that bitch, ya heard me?

Critique Phillipe, ya heard me? It's that G shit, ya heard me?

Ya heard me?

(Hook: Rick Ross)

Pull up in my Rover, watchin' Jerry Springer

Geetchi Liberachi, ring on every finger

All I love is women, all my women love me

Geetchi Liberachi, should stuff yo pussy full of money

Order 20 bottles, do this fo' my niggas

Geetchi Liberachi, my bitch is __________(?)

(Verse: Fat Trel)

Gleechi living Geetchi

That last Ciroc was peachy

Bitches kissin' huggin' suckin' fuckin'

When they see me

In Miami, eatin' chicken stake and shrimp legumi

Cuz that boy do it the best

Need two bafitti, ringin' bitch the rollie

Make this shit look easy

Do UV on stove, police just don't believe me

Countin' paper till I'm sleepin' with my evil people

No heaven for a killer, smokin' dope with Beanie Sigal

Drug dealer, double life and I'mma see the sequel

Kill you when I see you, we was neva equal

On anotha level, workin' on anotha bezel

I'm 100 shot, you a 38 special

(Hook: Rick Ross)

(Verse 2: Rick Ross)

Order 20 bottles, I pay for all my pussy

Can't buy no more cars, ain't no place to put 'em

Geetchi Liberachi, ring on every finger

Get it like I'm Ike, bitch sing it like ya Tina

Catch me on Vee Lenox, might go blow a twinkie

Smoking in the bizzle, my bitch resemble kinky

Geetchi Liberachi, my Cuban weigh a kilo

One call from papi, bitch I think I'm nino

(Hook: Rick Ross)