Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lie 2 Kick It, artist - Bricc BabyDate of issue: 07.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lie 2 Kick It |
| You ain’t gotta lie to kick it |
| Nah you ain’t gotta lie to kick |
| In the club with a padded bra |
| Y’all some little titty lyin' bitches |
| Damn, hundred dollars on that green dot |
| Spraypainted on them Red Bottoms |
| Old ass Louis bag |
| That ain’t a purse, that’s a computer bag |
| Fraud bitch with a fraud nigga |
| In line for them Js at the mall nigga |
| Ridin' 'round with no petrol |
| How you make that iPhone on Metro |
| Where you get a Louis belt made in Mexico? |
| Twitter hashtag, #BitchYouReallyBroke |
| Now all these bitches gotta book a nympho |
| Don’t act, don’t sing, don’t model |
| You ain’t gotta lie to kick it |
| Nah you ain’t gotta lie to kick it |
| You’s a real bitch or real nigga |
| Then you ain’t gotta lie to kick it |
| You ain’t gotta lie to kick it |
| Nah you ain’t gotta lie to kick it |
| Fake niggas and fake bitches |
| Tell 'em you ain’t gotta lie to kick it |
| You ain’t gotta lie though |
| You know I got a thing for mulattos |
| Just follow the car with the Forgiatos |
| Bitch I only give my number to the Lotto |
| I ain’t got no time for the model shit |
| So promiscuous, Nelly Furtado |
| Just tryna have a little fun, don’t miss out |
| One more shot better bring the real bitch out |
| I don’t really care about your history |
| Nah you ain’t gotta act like a mystery |
| I’m the real, tell a fake nigga miss me |
| Burn rubber on them niggas like Penske |
| Lyin' 'bout your life that I’m living, simply |
| Woke up in a dream with two bitches tryna pinch me |
| I just get between 'em like parenthesis |
| Put 'em out their misery, parental advisory |
| Nigga please |
| You ain’t gotta lie to kick it |
| Nah you ain’t gotta lie to kick it |
| You’s a real bitch or real nigga |
| Then you ain’t gotta lie to kick it |
| You ain’t gotta lie to kick it |
| Nah you ain’t gotta lie to kick it |
| Fake niggas and fake bitches |
| Tell 'em you ain’t gotta lie to kick it |
| You ain’t gotta like to kick it |
| Fake ass, fake titties, yeah I’m fuckin' with you |
| Oh you Beyoncé? |
| Now you independent? |
| But you sold your food stamps for some Gucci slippers |
| Bitch stop lyin', make your ass shake |
| If you a stripper, be a stripper for the bands' sake |
| Now she runnin' 'round town with my band, mane |
| Bandcamp, Bat Gang, yeah them bands straight |
| Boy you know you lyin', you ain’t killed nobody |
| You rockin' fake Trues, fake Gucci and Versace |
| Yeah you Lil Scrappy, you don’t want the problems |
| I’m a Crip, no father, we can get it poppin' |
| You ain’t gotta lie to kick it |
| Nah you ain’t gotta lie to kick it |
| You’s a real bitch or real nigga |
| Then you ain’t gotta lie to kick it |
| You ain’t gotta lie to kick it |
| Nah you ain’t gotta lie to kick it |
| Fake niggas and fake bitches |
| Tell 'em you ain’t gotta lie to kick it |