Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Why Lie?, artist - TalibandoDate of issue: 07.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Why Lie? |
| I don’t really think you on your grind like you said |
| They call me the pharmacy 'cause I’m supplyin' all the meds |
| Yeah, bust it out the wrapper, let me see the shine |
| Tryna get the Arab money like I’m Busta Rhymes |
| Me and gang in the studio, we goin' line for line |
| I be smokin' dead friends like that movie How High? |
| If I told your bitch to jump, she’d ask me, «How high?» |
| Everything I state be facts, nigga, why would I lie? |
| L’s come with the game, nigga, why would I cry? |
| (Nigga, why would I cry?) |
| Doin' magic when he cook it, when he done, say, «Voila» (Skrrt, skrrt) |
| I’m so accurate in the pussy, hit her spot like nine times (Nine times) |
| She on her knees suckin' dick like she prayin' to Allah (She prayin' to Allah) |
| Nigga, why would I lie? |
| (Nigga, why would I lie?) |
| Get that for sixteen and sell that shit for twenty-five (Brrt, brrt) |
| Get a fifty pack sent and do that shit like twenty times (Twenty times) |
| You ain’t even got fifty, talkin' 'bout you play with pies ('Bout you play with |
| pies) |
| All these niggas lyin', stop tryin' (Stop lyin', stop tryin') |
| Buy a Rollie, I just call it spendin' time (Spendin' time) |
| Talkin' 'bout he rich, but he only bought a line (Fft) |
| Told the lil' bitch I’m a legend just like John (I'm a legend just like John) |
| Niggas out here poor as hell, they need the drive |
| Told the bitch in the O I’m a legend like LeBron |
| When I hit her from the back, she say she feel it in her spine |
| I be tellin' you I love you, bitch, I’m playin' with your mind |
| You can call me Tony Hawk because I’m always on my grind |
| And I got the golden eye, so I feel like I’m James Bond |
| It ain’t happen overnight, you know this shit, it take time |
| We gon' Harlem Shake the bag, when we done, we shake fives |
| All the opps be hidin', we slidin' |
| Caught him and his mans, shit, I call that perfect timing |
| I think I lost my mind, I gotta find it |
| Movie clips, them bitches shoot for hours, then rewind 'em |
| Don’t be surprised if I have my slimes come and slime 'em |
| Take 'em off the map, it’s gon' be hard for you to find 'em |
| My mama caught me in here wrappin' a key, uh |
| Yeah, we pack that shit up and we back to the V |
| She know I’m a hood nigga, I get love in the streets |
| My uncle showed me how to make fifty racks in four weeks |
| It’s so much crime in the D, niggas dyin' every week |
| Nigga, you remember them cold nights, nigga, we ain’t have nothin' to eat |
| So you gotta watch out for them niggas that’s creepin', and ride with your heat |
| See, I was just lookin' for dawg about my money, he was hidin' from me |
| Nigga, I be servin' fiends all day, nigga, you don’t wanna ride with me |
| Man, that shit so fucked up, though, I gotta get high to eat |