| We don’t fuck with Geebags, That’re expectin' free bags
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| My mam told me relax, don’t go near a bird unless she’s holdin' more than three
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| grams, We don’t fuck with geebags
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| We don’t fuck with Geebags, That’re expectin' free bags
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| My mam told me relax, don’t go near a bird unless she’s holdin' more than three
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| grams, We don’t fuck with geebags, We don’t fuck with geebags
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| Left the bloke at home this weekend she’s alone
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| She’s houndin me for coke it’s white and pure as snow kid
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| Just to bum a smoke the cops are on me nose bitch
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| I am not your bloke your gee’s not worth the coke
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| It’s fresh off the boat, delivered wit' me brown, I feel it in me throat I feel
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| it in me bowels
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| The Charlie’s desperate for a bump
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| Left the kids at home tonight now mammy’s gettin' pumped
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| Never trust a bird that sniff Coke, Ket, Weird hash cigarettes then recite the
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| alphabet don’t forget
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| Keep a sharp mind belly and baguette leavin' bunchers upset
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| We don’t fuck wit' geebags that’re expectin' free bags
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| We don’t fuck wit' geebags
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| We don’t fuck with Geebags, That’re expectin' free bags
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| My mam told me relax, don’t go near a bird unless she’s holdin' more than three
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| grams, We don’t fuck with geebags, We don’t fuck with geebags
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| Waitin' for the patsy in the club I’m about to snort, deliveries are global
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| grab our Patsy from the airport, bitches got no money baby daddies pay no child
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| support slapper’s fucked for drugs better of as Dublin escorts
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| Waitin' for the Patsy in the club I’m about to snort, deliveries are global
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| grab our Patsy from the airport, Chickheads got no money baby daddies pay no
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| child support, slapper’s fucked for drugs better of as Dublin escorts
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| Don’t take it the wrong way we love when birds are gamey
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| (Both) love when birds are gamey
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| Never hand them 'less the bitches wanna pay me
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| (Both) Bitches wanna pay me
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| OutBurst keep a lip ho make sure the joints are flamey
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| (Both) Sure the joints are flamey
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| Have to keep our minds about ya
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| (Both)
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| Weekend comes and I’m pure from the clap
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| Chlamydia free now what do ya think about that?
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| Chillin' in the club with two slappers on me lap
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| Polish half a gram o' pat and ask 'em if they wanna dance
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| Up on the floor OutBurst on tour
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| Feelin' on me level neckin' seven pints o' Coors
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| Sellin' party dust pure I’m an entrepreneur
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| People sniffin' me bags and comin' back for some more
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| But young ones got a name for themselves on Instagram
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| Mistake it for fame take wish they’d take their heads with the program
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| Think there’s nothin' like them but their fanny’s look like roast lamb,
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| fit fam fit fam
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| Losin' weight sniffin' buggies gettin' fit by pushin' prams
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| Your bloke is gettin' baked and bangin' brazzers 'n Amsterdam
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| And here ya are back home wreckin' me head d’ya understand?
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| We don’t fuck with Geebags, That’re expectin' free bags
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| My mam told me relax, don’t go near a bird unless she’s holdin' more than three
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| grams, We don’t fuck with geebags, We don’t fuck with geebags |