Lyrics Why Lie? - Talibando, Drego, Beno

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