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Woo, woo, woo Geraldo Live on the track Yeah I don't be slidin' through no blocks, I be slippin' by (Skrrt, skrrt) How you fuckin' the same niggas that done killed the guys? And you tried to suck my dick, called me a lie I don't give your ass no cash, I just get you high You a Thotiana, huh? How you a Barbie doll, bitch, you ain't got a car And you be fuckin' for that cash, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?) You ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?) Bitch, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?) You ain't got it, huh? (Bitch) Ho, you ain't got it, huh? (She a eater) Broke bitch, huh (She a eater) You ain't got it, huh? (She a eater) You ain't got it, huh? (She a eater) Bitch (Yeah) Bitch, you weak, your ass a L, huh? (Let's get it, yeah) Quiet as kept, you fuck with them real, huh? (Yeah) I heard you fuckin' through your Zelle, huh? You fuckin' on a nigga that killed my mans, huh? (Bitch) Ayy, tell your man stay out my business, man Letras de cancionesPut that bag on his head, I'm a businessman (Damn) When I say it, niggas hop inside that minivan (Skrrt) Ayy, kill him dead, off them Perkys sayin' anything (Damn) Think you scared Boona out that jam, he did eight, free the rest Nigga caught me, tried to big me down but he ain't catch Same nigga say that he gon' kill me, now he stretched Same nigga say he killed my homie, said I'm next Same bitch said she sucked my dick in LAX I told her... You a Thotiana, huh? How you a Barbie doll, bitch, you ain't got a car And you be fuckin' for that cash, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?) You ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?) Bitch, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?) You ain't got it, huh? (Bitch) Ho, you ain't got it, huh? (She a eater) Broke bitch, huh (She a eater) You ain't got it, huh? (She a eater) You ain't got it, huh? (She a eater) Bitch, how you braggin' on them niggas that kill shit (You a ho) Why you braggin' on that nigga? He a real bitch (You know) Bitch, you broke, ho (Let's get it) Fuck this, man, your ass ain't shit, you broke the bro code Dissin' on my cousins in your song, that leave you, ayy (Skrrt) Huffin', plugs be real puffin' Foenem comin' out that cut, niggas still scuffin', ayy These niggas still bluffin', ayy Put that gun down, you ain't gon' kill nothin' (Grrah) Booster-ass bitch, you tryna steal somethin' I got tatted off this Perk and I ain't feel nothin' (Grrah) Ayy, on that car, he can't run 'cause he ain't that far Like that Glock 'cause it go blah Blah-blah We gon' pop up, off that dot dot She a thot-thot, she a thot-thot You a Thotiana, huh? How you a Barbie doll, bitch, you ain't got a car And you be fuckin' for that cash, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?) You ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?) Bitch, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?) You ain't got it, huh? (Bitch) Ho, you ain't got it, huh? Broke bitch, huh You ain't got it, huh? You ain't got it, huh? Bitch, you ain't... From Letras Mania