Simple Lie
Got the tooly to my side, that's my side hoe
Chop a couple lines, then we ride that whole high note
Dime to my right, says she home from Ohio
She don't want the light, but she take that whole pipe though
Freddie Sunshine until that motherfuckin' night go
Goodbye to sun and now we boolin', flippin' Eskimo
Goofies actin' bum but I'm just thumbin' through that check some more
Decimal, yeah-yeah
Cahlyban, bearded like the Taliban
All these niggas bitches fans
All these niggas switchin', damn
Fuck her friends like me, oh me, oh my TN
Like you ain't tryna catch these hands
Like, no, they don't want it, bite the bullet
They ain't 'bout it they know
'Cause I'll go pull it, ain't shit to do it, like niggas 'bout to get
Oh my God, oh my God, really?
Bitches talkin' 'bout that, y'all silly
Niggas talkin' 'bout work with me
Niggas thought that would work on me
Niggas talkin' 'bout I been a fan
Niggas talkin' 'bout the vision man
But where were you when I was down and out?
Bitch left with my bag amount
Had I known a simple lie would pain me so, pain me so
I'da cut you niggas off long ago, long ago
Had I known a simple lie would pain me so, pain me so
I'da cut these bitches off long ago, long ago
Had I known a simple lie would pain me so, pain me so
I'da cut you niggas off long ago, long ago
Had I known a simple lie would pain me so, pain me so
I'da cut these bitches off long ago, long ago
Chop a couple lines, then we ride that whole high note
Dime to my right, says she home from Ohio
She don't want the light, but she take that whole pipe though
Freddie Sunshine until that motherfuckin' night go
Goodbye to sun and now we boolin', flippin' Eskimo
Goofies actin' bum but I'm just thumbin' through that check some more
Decimal, yeah-yeah
Cahlyban, bearded like the Taliban
All these niggas bitches fans
All these niggas switchin', damn
Fuck her friends like me, oh me, oh my TN
Like you ain't tryna catch these hands
Like, no, they don't want it, bite the bullet
They ain't 'bout it they know
'Cause I'll go pull it, ain't shit to do it, like niggas 'bout to get
Oh my God, oh my God, really?
Bitches talkin' 'bout that, y'all silly
Niggas talkin' 'bout work with me
Niggas thought that would work on me
Niggas talkin' 'bout I been a fan
Niggas talkin' 'bout the vision man
But where were you when I was down and out?
Bitch left with my bag amount
Had I known a simple lie would pain me so, pain me so
I'da cut you niggas off long ago, long ago
Had I known a simple lie would pain me so, pain me so
I'da cut these bitches off long ago, long ago
Had I known a simple lie would pain me so, pain me so
I'da cut you niggas off long ago, long ago
Had I known a simple lie would pain me so, pain me so
I'da cut these bitches off long ago, long ago
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Writer(s): Alfredo Nieves Iii
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