Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Lie, artist - Young Money. Date of issue: 17.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Lie |
| I am sippin’on that lean, don’t bring me no bottles hoe |
| I make it rain so hard, flowers grow, Hollygrove |
| Four baby mamas, no baby mama drama |
| Bad bitch at home sleepin, I go home and sleep behind her, uh Shout out to my weed man, shout out to my lean man |
| I’m sittin’on these muthafuckin’millions like a beanbag |
| Fuck you, don’t judge me, drug me then love me Eat me some pussy when I got the munchies |
| I’m trippin', tell Pippen, to beam me up Scottie |
| Got pounds of that kush watch me go on a diet |
| That’s no lie, I’m so high, you pussy ass niggas Massengill |
| I got them yellow xanax, I slipped on a banana peel |
| Trukfit t-shirt, blunt dipped in syrup |
| Pass that weed around like some fuckin’hors d’oeuvres |
| Man I’m shit faced and your bitch facin' |
| She high too, fuckin’right |
| My number one F-A-N, you know what that mean, Fuck All Night, ugh |
| Yeah, I’ma let that breathe |
| Let that breathe |
| Uh, nigga I fucked that bitch that’s with ya And she send me naked pictures |
| If I was you I wouldn’t kiss her, you know why? |
| You know why, yeah, uh, now all my bad bitches say word |
| You ain’t never jocked no nigga, you ain’t never sweat no nigga |
| Yeah, you don’t want none of these niggas |
| Bitch, I ain’t one of these niggas, ho I be doin’my own thing, red bone with a tongue-ring |
| We get home and she go straight for that head, gun range |
| Fuck your feelings I’m feelin’me, you want real? |
| That’s real as me Mask on, trick-or-treat, my sign say «Dick for free» |
| All my homies ride or die, all my bitches ride or die |
| I look her pussy eye-to-eye then suck that muthafucka dry |
| Yes Lord |
| Yeah and she say «Yes Lord» |
| Yeah, Dedikation 4, hoe |
| Scoob in this bitch with me? |