Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Why Lie (10 Million Ways to Die) , by - $ILKMONEY. Release date: 10.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Why Lie (10 Million Ways to Die) |
| Why lie? |
| I’ll probably die where the dope is |
| Face down in a pile of roses, right next to where the coke is |
| Obituaries won’t be in English and make no sense |
| Or died in the Poconos from overdosing on blowfish |
| You fuckin' wit a nigga that’s dead already |
| Told the bitch when I’m gone to fuck my team once my head is buried |
| Dig me up once a year to give me head in the cemetery |
| Leave her wielded, disclosed, it’s-it's a brick in the Ben and Jerrys |
| Fuck it, you bitch niggas some deadbeats |
| Spittin', hittin', you hard to base, make niggas legs break |
| Praying we move the weight in the day like Jenny Craig say |
| And you make enough to not give a fuck about what the feds take |
| Why lie? |
| I’ll probably die where the dope is |
| Or in between sofa cushions smushed between where remotes live |
| Divide a four-fifth, 'cause my nigga told me to dope hit |
| Or die for fucking a nigga sister like Manolo did |
| You can’t hold my dick 'cause it’s too heavy |
| .45's turn into .50 cals, this a new dessy |
| Love a bitch with a pussy, butter-soft like a new Peli |
| With AR’s that go from semi to fully with dual settings, uh |
| True feelings grow within my melanin |
| Pussy so good that I swore I would never swear again |
| Pussy so good that I told her I couldn’t bear to sin |
| Until I got bored with shawty, and felt the need to tell a friend |
| Why lie? |
| I’ll probably die where the dope is |
| Or die because I’m a lion, tryna get from the poachers |
| Die from using a fork to get Pop-Tarts up out the toaster |
| Die 'cause somebody lied and told me that Coke was just soda |
| Die from too many lines, 'cause I swore that my dope was doper |
| Die like wylin' coyote, got hit with too many boulders |
| Die 'cause he came from the right, and looked over the wrong shoulder |
| Or die when fire ignites 'cause I didn’t put out the smolder |
| How I’ma end it? |
| (Whoa, the song of your life) |
| Both, I could die by suicide and leave such a nice note |
| Italicize why, pantomime rhythms and tight flows |
| Just for kicks, I’d write right after fiddin' goodnight, folks |