Emotional Lies (feat. Jay Woodz)
Yea
Emotions come with lies
Done with all 'em emotional lies
Too many funerals, Too many ties
She lay on her back, it ain't all of her lies
They watching my wrist while I'm watching my time
I done doubled my cup, as I'm downing my pride
Cut shawty off, she said that she needed me
Teach her a lesson baby never live off me
I'll go to war, all of the slime
My brother left, Fuck on the rise
Hey, hey
Redrum the taste of the palet
Sippin that codeine till he go crazy
His baby mama kinda ratchet
He gave up on school, ran outta time
Telling the truth no emotional lies
Pull on the blunt his feelings vaporize
Play with the gang & they get chastised
Doubled the weight of his cup
Doubled his problems and doubled his sluts
Shawty done played around with me & Jay
They never stay down so we only go up
I swear to God there nobody like us
I produce like Benihana
I be trappin like I'm Gunna
Drippin high fashion 'cause I can
I done put my heart on ice because I can
We go way to hard, we go
We go way to hard, I know
Too many crossed me for me to trust sacrifice
I know that love can be bought name the price
Drippin a lot, yea she drippin a lot
Hey, hey
Redrum the taste of the palet
Sippin that codeine till he go crazy
His baby mama kinda ratchet
He gave up on school, ran outta time
Telling the truth no emotional lies
Pull on the blunt his feelings vaporize
Play with the gang & they get chastised
Y'all know I'm out here with Savage
Don't fuck with us boy
We gon leave you with permanent damage
You know that we drippin
We dressed in the latest new fashion
Eat so much pussy, I need to start fasting
Do what I want, I ain't bothered bout asking
Mess with my slimes & I promise to God
You gon' land in a casket
Body be lost & not found
Burry yo' ass down, down in the ground
Why you still breathing
Don't you know I come from hell
I'm a demon
Ain't got a soul & I ain't got a heart
My soul been sold and my heart torn apart
I am not a human being
I'm done with bitches using me
Damn I refuse to be used
For the money for the power for the clout
Tryina get into my head, Girl suggest you get out
I know there's some thing I can't undo
'Cause baby girl you got me trippin'
For all the times I told you
I love you, I trust you, I hugged you
Why you done did me wrong
You gotta be a snake
Hey
Hey, hey
Redrum the taste of the palet
Sippin that codeine till he go crazy
His baby mama kinda ratchet
He gave up on school, ran outta time
Telling the truth no emotional lies
Pull on the blunt his feelings vaporize
Play with the gang & they get chastised
Hey, hey
Redrum the taste of the palet
Sippin that codeine till he go crazy
His baby mama kinda ratchet
He gave up on school, ran outta time
Telling the truth no emotional lies
Pull on the blunt his feelings vaporize
Play with the gang & they get chastised
Emotions come with lies
Done with all 'em emotional lies
Too many funerals, Too many ties
She lay on her back, it ain't all of her lies
They watching my wrist while I'm watching my time
I done doubled my cup, as I'm downing my pride
Cut shawty off, she said that she needed me
Teach her a lesson baby never live off me
I'll go to war, all of the slime
My brother left, Fuck on the rise
Hey, hey
Redrum the taste of the palet
Sippin that codeine till he go crazy
His baby mama kinda ratchet
He gave up on school, ran outta time
Telling the truth no emotional lies
Pull on the blunt his feelings vaporize
Play with the gang & they get chastised
Doubled the weight of his cup
Doubled his problems and doubled his sluts
Shawty done played around with me & Jay
They never stay down so we only go up
I swear to God there nobody like us
I produce like Benihana
I be trappin like I'm Gunna
Drippin high fashion 'cause I can
I done put my heart on ice because I can
We go way to hard, we go
We go way to hard, I know
Too many crossed me for me to trust sacrifice
I know that love can be bought name the price
Drippin a lot, yea she drippin a lot
Hey, hey
Redrum the taste of the palet
Sippin that codeine till he go crazy
His baby mama kinda ratchet
He gave up on school, ran outta time
Telling the truth no emotional lies
Pull on the blunt his feelings vaporize
Play with the gang & they get chastised
Y'all know I'm out here with Savage
Don't fuck with us boy
We gon leave you with permanent damage
You know that we drippin
We dressed in the latest new fashion
Eat so much pussy, I need to start fasting
Do what I want, I ain't bothered bout asking
Mess with my slimes & I promise to God
You gon' land in a casket
Body be lost & not found
Burry yo' ass down, down in the ground
Why you still breathing
Don't you know I come from hell
I'm a demon
Ain't got a soul & I ain't got a heart
My soul been sold and my heart torn apart
I am not a human being
I'm done with bitches using me
Damn I refuse to be used
For the money for the power for the clout
Tryina get into my head, Girl suggest you get out
I know there's some thing I can't undo
'Cause baby girl you got me trippin'
For all the times I told you
I love you, I trust you, I hugged you
Why you done did me wrong
You gotta be a snake
Hey
Hey, hey
Redrum the taste of the palet
Sippin that codeine till he go crazy
His baby mama kinda ratchet
He gave up on school, ran outta time
Telling the truth no emotional lies
Pull on the blunt his feelings vaporize
Play with the gang & they get chastised
Hey, hey
Redrum the taste of the palet
Sippin that codeine till he go crazy
His baby mama kinda ratchet
He gave up on school, ran outta time
Telling the truth no emotional lies
Pull on the blunt his feelings vaporize
Play with the gang & they get chastised
Credits
Writer(s): Ross Blignaut
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