Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tell Em (Lies), artist - Rich Homie Quan. Album song ABTA: Still Going In, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.08.2017
Record label: Checkmate
Song language: English
Tell Em (Lies) |
I’ma pull up, eat on that pussy and dip |
I’ma keep one inside the chamber like Wilt |
Baby girl spoiled and she spoileder than milk |
And keep her on my side like a fuckin' hip |
She gon' make sure I survive, she gon' do it well |
Baby I just want them thighs right under that belt |
She just want me to keep them lies all to myself |
Word, she gon' help me like she’s Santa’s elves |
She gon' look over these bitches like terms and conditions |
I’ma move her out the trenches and buy her a Bentley |
I’ma fuck her then hold on to her like she was missin' |
I’ma pull on that wavy hair cause it’s Indian Remy |
I grab the key, she wanna ride with me |
She tied the knot so she can die with me |
She say she can do the same thing as 5 bitches |
(So what you do?) So I went and fired them 5 bitches |
She the B-E-S-T, best |
She ride me, 200 on that pussy like a T-Rex |
I won’t stop lovin' her, no way, no way, I’ma invest |
In her |
(What you tell em Thugger?) |
I’ma pull up, eat on that pussy and dip |
I’ma keep one inside the chamber like Wilt |
Baby girl spoiled and she spoileder than milk |
And keep her on my side like a fuckin' hip |
She gon' make sure I survive, she gon' do it well |
Baby I just want them thighs right under that belt |
She just want me to keep them lies all to myself |
Word, she gon' help me like she’s Santa’s elves |
I had to hit her from the back then dip up out it |
I don’t know what it is but it’s somethin' about her |
When she around she do somethin' to me, I can’t doubt it |
I don’t know what it is, but it’s some' 'bout her |
Shawty got me fucked up, blowin' O’s, no Audi |
Her ex nigga, he fucked up and I don’t give no fuck about him |
But I’ll do whatever when it come down to shawty |
The feds askin' questions, I don’t know shit about it |
Somethin' 'bout lil shawty that I can’t put my finger on |
It’s somethin' 'bout lil shawty, she rather text, she don’t be on phones |
It’s somethin' 'bout lil shawty, say it, that got Rich Homie gone |
Shawty the best in my eyes and I know |
She don’t do fashion and she don’t even go outdoors |
Before she was ready you already knew I know |
Shawty made me sick, I’m feelin' like I got a cold |
Can’t forget about my bro |
What you tell em Thugger? |
I’ma pull up, eat on that pussy and dip |
I’ma keep one inside the chamber like Wilt |
Baby girl spoiled and she spoileder than milk |
And keep her on my side like a fuckin' hip |
She gon' make sure I survive, she gon' do it well |
Baby I just want them thighs right under that belt |
She just want me to keep them lies all to myself |
Word, she gon' help me like she’s Santa’s elves |
It’s somethin' about her, Thug, it’s somethin' 'bout her |
What it be? |
She got my life, I wanna wanna rob her, don’t take it |
Not Young Scooter but all she know is count up |
She countin' |
I’m on her front end like a fuckin' blouse |
I’m on her head like a fuckin' bounty |
No hunter |
I’ma eat her like I’m hungry at Benihanas |
I’ma pull up, eat on that pussy and dip |
I’ma keep one inside the chamber like Wilt |
Baby girl spoiled and she spoileder than milk |
And keep her on my side like a fuckin' hip |
She gon' make sure I survive, she gon' do it well |
Baby I just want them thighs right under that belt |
She just want me to keep them lies all to myself |
Word, she gon' help me like she’s Santa’s elves |