Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Geronimo, artist - PROF. Album song Powderhorn Suites, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Stophouse
Song language: English
Geronimo |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| You ever caught a body you know how I feel |
| Fucked up yet I’m shining though |
| Time to tell 'em adios |
| Jumping out geronimo |
| Nobody see no sign of 'em |
| Smoking sherman. |
| Mass murder in the middle of your sermon |
| Swerving, flirting with turban wearing virgins |
| (Okay) Curtains. |
| (Uhh) You can’t see me. |
| You should call missing persons |
| I’m drunk at the Perkins |
| Liquid encouragement got me focused |
| I beat your whole team without a relay in the track meet |
| (Son of a gun) Pay attention now |
| You McDonald’s All American and I ain’t talking bout an athlete |
| (Son of a gun) |
| I got a boy counting foreign money for me |
| Plus a couple shorties to peal oranges when I’m horny |
| Massages in the morning. |
| First class is now boarding |
| I’m breaking out of orbit. |
| Oooh lordy. |
| Oooh lordy! |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| You ever caught a body you know how I feel |
| Fucked up yet I’m shining though |
| Time to tell 'em adios |
| Jumping out geronimo |
| Nobody see no sign of 'em |
| What had happened was I was buzzed in the black Maxima |
| The passenger. |
| Snapping neck looking back at us |
| More asses to tap a capita. |
| That’s a fact that I can fax to ya |
| Backing up the truck. |
| Damn, Pamela! |
| So check it, I want to get freaky and fuck you this weekend |
| I’d love to, so call me. |
| I trust you |
| Allow me to come through and cook you some fondue |
| Your dresses could undo. |
| I swear, God, I love you |
| And my orgies, they keep on getting better |
| Like 9/11, we all came together |
| Two birds of a feather all flock together |
| Like I said before I’m getting bigger, getting better! |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| You ever caught a body you know how I feel |
| Fucked up yet I’m shining though |
| Time to tell 'em adios |
| Jumping out geronimo |
| Nobody see no sign of 'em |
| Gimme a reason to ball. |
| Just like I’m Steven Segal |
| This evening take a beating 'front of your moms. |
| You’re bleeding |
| Please believe I’m speeding keys in the car. |
| I’m leaving |
| Cleanly eating Diane’s Keaton tomorrow. |
| Believe me |
| More haters more haters more haters more haters. |
| Hey! |
| More haters more haters more haters more haters. |
| Hey! |
| More haters more haters more haters more haters. |
| Hey! |
| More paper more paper more paper |