All Lies

Hi dada
Hey Baby
Mannn
A let's get it
Y'all ever been in a position where a bitch just had y'all so fucked up
That you had to really get on that with every and anybody that was around
A that's how I came

I been waitin at his crib since bout 2 sum
Got a 50 round drum tryna shoot sum (BOOM)
Slid in the sprinter van I can't sit down in the Can
Police catch me fuck it
Guess its gods plan
I just live my life and put the rest in gods hands
Nigga you want smoke
I got them mob ties
Yea the mob slide
Get em all fried
Asked for Da Truth
Shorty tellin all lies

Picking out a suit
Jb block boy when I shoot
We Pull up in foreign cars
Big bodies fuck a coop
Catch me in traffic dolo
You niggas y'all roll in groups
One man band
Niggas better go recruit
Won't stop shooting till it's empty
Yo shit hold 16
My shit hold 50
And It got a beam so you know that I ain't missin
Nigga ended up missin
some where swimming with the fishes
Went home to my bm told that Bitch merry Christmas

This ain't what Want
But this is what did
Police snatch me up fuck it
Take care of our kid (Baby)
Everything I ever said I stand on it
Im Outside

I been waitin at his crib since bout 2 sum
Got a 50 round drum tryna shoot sum
Slid in the sprinter van
I can't sit down in the Can
Police catch me fuck it Guess its all in gods plan
I just live my life and put the rest in gods hands nigga you want smoke
I got them mob ties
Yea the mob slide
Get em all fried
Asked for Da Truth
Shorty tellin all lies

This ain't what you Want
But this is what did
Police snatch me up fuck it
Take care of our kid



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Writer(s): Tyree Purham
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