Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tweakin, artist - B.o.B.
Date of issue: 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 |