Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tweakin , by - B.o.B. Release date: 11.05.2017
Song language: English
Tweakin |
| I been spazzin', spazzin', spazzin' |
| I been tweakin', tweakin', tweakin' |
| I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up |
| I been geekin', geekin', geekin' |
| Spazzin', tweakin' |
| Spazzin', geekin' |
| I been tweakin' |
| I been tweakin' |
| I been spazzin', spazzin', spazzin' |
| I been tweakin', tweakin', tweakin' |
| I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up |
| I be geekin', geekin', geekin' |
| Spazzin', tweakin' |
| Spazzin', geekin' |
| I been tweakin' |
| I been tweakin' |
| Yeah, hold up |
| I be spazzin' (Spell that shit) |
| S — P — A — Z — Z — I — N |
| Dabbin' (Spell that shit) |
| D — A — A — B — B — I — N |
| Hold up, bae, roll up, bae |
| 'Bout to pour a four up, bae |
| I just got some head from shawty |
| I don’t even know her yet |
| Real strong, real grown |
| Your boy ain’t spazzin' on me, real feel homie |
| This fresh, rockin' Polo everythin' to the neck |
| Got five karats all in the grill, homie |
| Car foreign, y’all boring |
| Got TVS all in the whip watchin' hard porn |
| Rifle cocked .40 Glock |
| I’m tweak, tweak, tweak tweakin' |
| Boy stop, girl gone, get my syrup on |
| What the word on the curb, homie? |
| All my niggas got furs on |
| Geeked up in the club last night |
| Everythin' was a blur, homie |
| Benz blue, Jimmy Choo |
| In the booty club, find me a girl to get tanned to |
| This Cartier lens blue |
| I got a pocket full of dead white men, we friends too |
| I been spazzin', spazzin', spazzin' |
| I been tweakin', tweakin', tweakin' |
| I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up |
| I been geekin', geekin', geekin' |
| Spazzin', tweakin' |
| Spazzin', geekin' |
| I been tweakin' |
| I been tweakin' |
| I been spazzin', spazzin', spazzin' |
| I been tweakin', tweakin', tweakin' |
| I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up |
| I be geekin', geekin', geekin' |
| Spazzin', tweakin' |
| Spazzin', geekin' |
| I been tweakin' |
| I been tweakin' |
| Huh, I ain’t got the illuminati money |
| But I got the boy you shouldn’t try me money |
| Wonder why they haven’t heard an album from me |
| Didn’t sell my soul, they tried to buy it from me |
| Ha ha, not for sale |
| Ain’t a fan of fairy tales |
| Ain’t no air of oxygen, in outer space |
| So tell me how the hell to fuel a rocket ship? |
| Now how does it throttle? |
| The truth is a hard pill to swallow |
| Landing footage from Apollo look like amateur night down at the Apollo |
| And they say in space, it’s four thousand degrees |
| But it’s only seven elements available that can withstand that much heat |
| Look, now all these niggas political now |
| Claimin' they woke 'cause it’s trendier now |
| Overnight activist |
| Even the President’s runnin' the world from a Twitter account |
| Uh, geekin' often, Steven Hawkins |
| 'Bout my coin like meter parkin' |
| Off the wall like Peter Parker |
| Here let’s get to squeezin' on you like some squeegee water |
| Keep the garter bitch, Bandz |
| I been spazzin', spazzin', spazzin' |
| I been tweakin', tweakin', tweakin' |
| I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up |
| I been geekin', geekin', geekin' |
| Spazzin', tweakin' |
| Spazzin', geekin' |
| I been tweakin' |
| I been tweakin' |
| I been spazzin', spazzin', spazzin' |
| I been tweakin', tweakin', tweakin' |
| I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up |
| I be geekin', geekin', geekin' |
| Spazzin', tweakin' |
| Spazzin', geekin' |
| I been tweakin' |
| I been tweakin' |
| Stand up, send a bitch out, hit her without a condom |
| Smell that bag or marijuana, where the turn us to a stunter |
| I been comin' your Rollie, huh, do what you tryna, stuntin' |
| I run 'em up, dumb, not enough money, ooh yeah |