[Verse 1] Call me Hugo 'cause I got the sauce 'Cause a loophole, god damn, I’m the boss Got them shooters, give your squad a loss Fuck them Judas, I’ll still go on the cross I'm out here doing lines once or twice I'm bringing bitches back at the roll of dice Seeing if she wants to end up in paradise I just hope I don't catch a pair of dykes There's an 8 ball on my back And it's very tall, my bottle of Jack We Better Call Saul, if we see some plaques Broad loves to bawl down on my sack Only numbers allowed are nine and ten And they can only bring their hottest friends Down a bottle of henny Fuck a bitch in a Louis Cardigan 100 models in my bed I just committed a Geo Car again Born confident, not cocky, but y'all can't tell the difference I got a whole army of bitches, I call them militants When they talk though, its hard to gain my diligence I'm the new face of money, so they call me magnificent As a matter of fact, when I'm done with history They'll plaster me on all the money So my grandkids could walk to the bank, take me out, ain't that somethin' funny I've become the Van Gogh of polyphonic prose Got your girl on her knees in between rows A whole lot of make up messed up without any clothes Ain’t that just the way this shit goes [Verse 2] I went to the hotel with a couple strippers A couple white girls and a couple Millers You could tell some of them were quite kissers As you could tell, I'm covered in glitter Now if Geo does blow in a boat with a versace coat How much of this wet pussy you think could float Just enough so I could gloat One liners so everybody already sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T Now all my friends are saying "Geo's getting so much pussy, that his netflix account is full of unfinished movies" Even when I'm getting insulted by these introvert newbies Who can't even get any pussy without using roofies When I get on the mic and spit a verse or three That's when heat seeking missiles start detecting me Only dumbass faggots disrespectin' me Walking trendsetter, these faggots pay to copy me Champagne bottles and lines of clear If I rocked a turtleneck sweater I'd still end up as GQ's Man Of The Year While faggots come out here talking about how only God they fear Well dawg, I'm right fuckin' here
Read the complete lyrics to "Vain" by Geo from the album "Pulse" in 2018. On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Experimental, Alternative, Rap.
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"Vain" appears on "Pulse" in 2018.
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