"Makz" lyrics
(I'm not into you)
I'm so goddamn geeked (Brr)
I'm so goddamn geeked, I can't stand up on my feet
Woah, woah
Yeah
Woah, I didn't used to have designer on my kicks, woah, woah
Now I mix and match designer with my bitch, woah, woah
Ooh, I had to tell that boy, he play then he get split, woah, oh
Bet it hurt way flex on a bitch, woah, woah
She comin' through
She all on my body like a fuckin' tattoo
He don't no war, yeah, we gon' spray at that dude
They say, "Lil Faygo, I wanna get fly like you"
Drugs in my body, I wanna get high like you
I'm lit, I don't gotta lie like you
Keep a glick, we don't shoot in the sky like you
Niggas say that they just wanna shine like you
Ooh-ooh, but they don't wanna grind like you
If a nigga tweak, chopper fire at you
I'm so fucking geeked, man, I might lie to you
You still acting shady when I cry to you
Now you want me back, I'm laughing at you
Can't love, yeah, can't love, yeah
When I touch her body, make me wanna kill something, yeah
She see me, she drop, yeah, I think they feeling us, yeah
Show me loyalty, baby, I went to jail for us, yeah
I wanna keep in touch, even though were not loving us, yeah
I wanna make it up, and my chopper, it came with the MACs
And my bitch, she came with an ass, I'm so in love with the cash
Lil' baby, I'm a liar
Baby, that's just what the drugs do
But I won't let a nigga play with you
No, I can't let a nigga play
Woah, I didn't used to have designer on my kick, woah, woah
Now I mix and match designer with my bitch, woah, woah
Ooh I had to tell that boy, he play then he get split, woah, woah
Bet it hurt way flex on a bitch, woah, oh
She comin' through
She all on my body like a fuckin' tattoo
He don't no war, yeah, we gon' spray at that dude
They say, "Lil Faygo, I wanna get fly like you"
Drugs in my body, I wanna get high like you
I'm lit, I don't gotta lie like you
Keep a glick, we don't shoot in the sky like you
Niggas say that they just wanna shine like you
Ooh-ooh, but they don't wanna grind like you
If a nigga tweak, chopper fire at you
I'm so fucking geeked, man, I might lie to you
You still acting shady when I cry to you
I'm so fucking geeked, man, I might lie to you
I'm so goddamn geeked (Brr)
I'm so goddamn geeked, I can't stand up on my feet
Woah, woah
Yeah
Woah, I didn't used to have designer on my kicks, woah, woah
Now I mix and match designer with my bitch, woah, woah
Ooh, I had to tell that boy, he play then he get split, woah, oh
Bet it hurt way flex on a bitch, woah, woah
She comin' through
She all on my body like a fuckin' tattoo
He don't no war, yeah, we gon' spray at that dude
They say, "Lil Faygo, I wanna get fly like you"
Drugs in my body, I wanna get high like you
I'm lit, I don't gotta lie like you
Keep a glick, we don't shoot in the sky like you
Niggas say that they just wanna shine like you
Ooh-ooh, but they don't wanna grind like you
If a nigga tweak, chopper fire at you
I'm so fucking geeked, man, I might lie to you
You still acting shady when I cry to you
Now you want me back, I'm laughing at you
Can't love, yeah, can't love, yeah
When I touch her body, make me wanna kill something, yeah
She see me, she drop, yeah, I think they feeling us, yeah
Show me loyalty, baby, I went to jail for us, yeah
I wanna keep in touch, even though were not loving us, yeah
I wanna make it up, and my chopper, it came with the MACs
And my bitch, she came with an ass, I'm so in love with the cash
Lil' baby, I'm a liar
Baby, that's just what the drugs do
But I won't let a nigga play with you
No, I can't let a nigga play
Woah, I didn't used to have designer on my kick, woah, woah
Now I mix and match designer with my bitch, woah, woah
Ooh I had to tell that boy, he play then he get split, woah, woah
Bet it hurt way flex on a bitch, woah, oh
She comin' through
She all on my body like a fuckin' tattoo
He don't no war, yeah, we gon' spray at that dude
They say, "Lil Faygo, I wanna get fly like you"
Drugs in my body, I wanna get high like you
I'm lit, I don't gotta lie like you
Keep a glick, we don't shoot in the sky like you
Niggas say that they just wanna shine like you
Ooh-ooh, but they don't wanna grind like you
If a nigga tweak, chopper fire at you
I'm so fucking geeked, man, I might lie to you
You still acting shady when I cry to you
I'm so fucking geeked, man, I might lie to you
Writer(s): Andre Dontrel Burt
