Lied To Me
Tell that bitch she lied to you
Fuck that bitch subscribe to you
Tell that bitch she lied to you
Fuck that bitch subscribe to you
Oh
Tell that bitch she lied to you
Fuck that bitch subscribe to you
Yea you sit here stressing thinking bout the time I lied to you
Fuck that bitch she lied to you
Tell my bitch I'm proud of you
Dress that bitch in Prada now i show this bitch the better view
Rather be carried by six then carried by 12
Oh I
Fuck all the fame and fuck all the cameras
Came from the trenches we marking a canvas
Tired singing love songs
Now I'm thinking loves gone
Got my heart retiring so now I write my last song
Leave a nigga sticked up now we clear his head
Bang Bang listen to the street and now the nigga dead
Sipping broken liquor got me feelin like I'm gone
Filling up my liver
Come and shoot it wit your chrome
Loading up my clip I'm wit my sights aimed in on domes
Hand it over baby stay in control
(Hmm, Mmm)
Come and ride wit thuggas
you can come and ride wit bosses
Drop another body now we dropping off some crosses
Drinking on Moscato while she ditching all her classes
Baby wanna ride wit a real one
Standing on that block bitch it's ten toes
Wishing on my nigga getting pay roll
Now he make it out wit his kinfolk
This weed got me feeling what we meant for
Demons in my head that's my mentor
I've been gone so long
I don't know what's wrong
Me and you together baby now let's fight together oh
(Mmm, Mmm, Mmm)
Tell me why she lied to you
Oh
Tell me why she fucked wit me
She shattered me
Take a couple bullets up a chop an take a ride wit me
I'm broken the worst is coming I'm lost and unspoken
Burnt bridges it's time to turn the lights off
Remember sitting on corners wit a light getting pissed off
Ain't had a hand out jus keep getting red off
Tell that bitch she lied to you
Fuck that bitch subscribe to you
Yea you sit here stressing thinking bout the time I lied to you
Fuck that bitch she lied to you
Tell my bitch I'm proud of you
Dress that bitch in Prada
Now I show this bitch the better view
Rip to real ones caught that nigga lacking
Now we living lavish while we counting up a million
Got my income comin different and these pockets getting fatter
Hanging wit my nigga too much money I cant fathom
Fuck that bitch subscribe to you
Tell that bitch she lied to you
Fuck that bitch subscribe to you
Oh
Tell that bitch she lied to you
Fuck that bitch subscribe to you
Yea you sit here stressing thinking bout the time I lied to you
Fuck that bitch she lied to you
Tell my bitch I'm proud of you
Dress that bitch in Prada now i show this bitch the better view
Rather be carried by six then carried by 12
Oh I
Fuck all the fame and fuck all the cameras
Came from the trenches we marking a canvas
Tired singing love songs
Now I'm thinking loves gone
Got my heart retiring so now I write my last song
Leave a nigga sticked up now we clear his head
Bang Bang listen to the street and now the nigga dead
Sipping broken liquor got me feelin like I'm gone
Filling up my liver
Come and shoot it wit your chrome
Loading up my clip I'm wit my sights aimed in on domes
Hand it over baby stay in control
(Hmm, Mmm)
Come and ride wit thuggas
you can come and ride wit bosses
Drop another body now we dropping off some crosses
Drinking on Moscato while she ditching all her classes
Baby wanna ride wit a real one
Standing on that block bitch it's ten toes
Wishing on my nigga getting pay roll
Now he make it out wit his kinfolk
This weed got me feeling what we meant for
Demons in my head that's my mentor
I've been gone so long
I don't know what's wrong
Me and you together baby now let's fight together oh
(Mmm, Mmm, Mmm)
Tell me why she lied to you
Oh
Tell me why she fucked wit me
She shattered me
Take a couple bullets up a chop an take a ride wit me
I'm broken the worst is coming I'm lost and unspoken
Burnt bridges it's time to turn the lights off
Remember sitting on corners wit a light getting pissed off
Ain't had a hand out jus keep getting red off
Tell that bitch she lied to you
Fuck that bitch subscribe to you
Yea you sit here stressing thinking bout the time I lied to you
Fuck that bitch she lied to you
Tell my bitch I'm proud of you
Dress that bitch in Prada
Now I show this bitch the better view
Rip to real ones caught that nigga lacking
Now we living lavish while we counting up a million
Got my income comin different and these pockets getting fatter
Hanging wit my nigga too much money I cant fathom
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Writer(s): Rtn Wheezy
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