Lyrics Geronimo – Don Toliver
Tell me what’s the price to pay the motherf**kin’ preacher
I was watching from a distance sitting on the bleachers
All them boys who hate me, now it’s really non-believers
From servin’ white and molly caps to on stage with Mr. Bieber
Spin, and spin the black, I do the three-sixty call her feeder
Go ahead and kiss her shawty, know that she’s a eater
Okay, He like to treat you, baby, I can be your teacher
Babe, I been loopin’, sippin’ drink, yeah, down to feed her
Oh, oh, don’t nobody get high no more
Off codeine on Holly Road, this s**t colossal, Geronimo
Oh, n**ga my eenie miney mo
Need more, oh, oh, oh
L, for the love of the game
O, for the zeroes in the bank
V, I got the ‘Vert, about to skeet
E, I love the way that you pleasin’ me
L, for the love of the game
O, for the zeroes in the bank
V, I got the ‘Vert, about to skeet
E, I love the way that you pleasin’ me
Tell me what’s the price to pay the motherf**kin’ preacher
I was watching from a distance sitting on the bleachers
All them boys who hate me, now it’s really non-believers
From servin’ white and molly caps to on stage with Mr. Bieber
Spin, and spin the black, I do the three-sixty call her feeder
Go ahead and kiss her shawty, know that she’s a eater
Okay, He like to treat you, baby, I can be your teacher
Babe, I been loopin’, sippin’ drink, yeah, down to feed her
Oh, oh, don’t nobody get high no more
Off codeine on Holly Road, this s**t colossal, Geronimo…
➤ Written by Don Toliver & Jahaan Sweet
Album: Love Sick
Produced by Jahaan Sweet
Don Toliver | 2023
