The Kid Bootz and Slimm Havin' - No You Don't

No you don't hoe
No you don't hoe
No No you don't hoe
No you don't hoe
You don't got this
You don't got that
You don't got whips
You don't got racks
No you don't hoe you lyin
No you don't hoe you lyin
No you don't hoe you lyin
No you don't hoe you lyin
You don't got this
You don't got that
You don't got whips
You don't got racks
No you don't

Let me show you what you don't got
c whole bunch a O's like a doughnut
c whole lotta rolls and they don't stop
cnd a whole lotta flow make a show stop
Got damn boy
You lying you ain't gettin no grands boy
Gettin money isn't really in ya plan boy
You say it is well you lyin where you stand boy
cll you gotta do is keep it trill
Don't be lyin on what you do for real
Just try if that's how you feel
To come through wit a new ideal
But still you out here perpetratin
cnd glorifying yo fake life
I get dough then i go and get mo'
So you don't so you hoes just hate right
I got everything you tellin 'em that you keep
I push everything you sellin 'em for too cheap
I'm a felon wit the weapons I got 2 heats
cnd i'll wet 'em leave 'em setting on his 2 cheeks
See you better than a veteran if you me
I got a fettish for the cheddar if it's new cheese
I want every new competitor come through me
cnd there'll never be a way that you can do me

No you don't hoe
No you don't hoe
No No you don't hoe
No you don't hoe
You don't got this
You don't got that
You don't got whips
You don't got racks
No you don't hoe you lyin
No you don't hoe you lyin
No you don't hoe you lyin
No you don't hoe you lyin
You don't got this
You don't got that
You don't got whips
You don't got racks
No you don't

No you don't hoe
I got what you want hoe
She can't do it on the dick
But she all on the flo' though
She gone give me dome though
Don't blow up my phone hoe
Braggin bout she always gettin money
cin't got no dough
I am not thowin no ones
Flip the bitch no one ones
Stripper bitch yea she so fun
'Fo she leave I make her cum
That's that bitch yea she so dumb
Bitch she think she know da game
In yo stomach bitch don't run
Me and yo nigga not the same
You don't look better than my bitch
That's why I only let you suck my dick
Fuck her on the first night
Don't call her back she sick
I don't care if you thick
That don't mean you take dick
Money all on my phone
Bitch leave me alone
I don't get why these bitches always got somethin to say
Like you suckin dick to get yo phone bill paid
You strippin and you on back page
He tippin hella hard he ya savior
On her ass cause of bad behavior
I don't gotta fuck ya bitch see ya later
I'll really rather get my paper

No you don't hoe
No you don't hoe
No No you don't hoe
No you don't hoe
You don't got this
You don't got that
You don't got whips
You don't got racks
No you don't hoe you lyin
No you don't hoe you lyin
No you don't hoe you lyin
No you don't hoe you lyin
You don't got this
You don't got that
You don't got whips
You don't got racks
No you don't

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