Keep Your Enemies Closer
I know that she's lying to me
I know that she's lying to me, yeah
I know that she's lying to me, yeah
I know that she's lying to me
I know that she's lying to me
Don't come to me with that
Crying, scrying
Spying, trying
Til you get it healed
Nigga I'm in the field
Yeah Ima get this meal
All my niggas gonna eat
That's felt
Fillin' their stomachs
Gettin' these hunnits
Chasin' this bag
Fill it with twenties
I did this shit 'cause I wanted
I did this shit for my cousins
I did this shit for my fam
I did this shit 'cause I love it
I did this shit for the niggas that told me I wasn't
I did this shit for these bitches, they just wanna fuck me
They don't want no cuffin
I ain't got no time
My wrist shall be bussin'
I know that she's lying to me
I know that she's lying to me
Don't come to me with that
Crying, scrying
Spying, trying
Ooh
I might fuck your bitch so get a clue
She fuck with me 'cause I got the moves
I told that bitch meet me at the stu
I told that bitch bring a friend or two
That's my boo
That's my baby
That's my moon
That's my sun
Got a few
I'm the one
I'm a star, baby, and you gotta move
'Fore you get burnt
You can get hurt
Take a step back
'Fore you get murked
Major get back
Motion picture
Information extracted, I watched her give birth
I know that she's lying to me
I know that she's lying to me
Don't come to me with that
Crying, scrying
Spying, trying
I know that she's lying to me
I know that she's lying to me
Don't come to me with that
Crying, scrying
Spying, trying
I know that she's lying to me, yeah
I know that she's lying to me, yeah
I know that she's lying to me
I know that she's lying to me
Don't come to me with that
Crying, scrying
Spying, trying
Til you get it healed
Nigga I'm in the field
Yeah Ima get this meal
All my niggas gonna eat
That's felt
Fillin' their stomachs
Gettin' these hunnits
Chasin' this bag
Fill it with twenties
I did this shit 'cause I wanted
I did this shit for my cousins
I did this shit for my fam
I did this shit 'cause I love it
I did this shit for the niggas that told me I wasn't
I did this shit for these bitches, they just wanna fuck me
They don't want no cuffin
I ain't got no time
My wrist shall be bussin'
I know that she's lying to me
I know that she's lying to me
Don't come to me with that
Crying, scrying
Spying, trying
Ooh
I might fuck your bitch so get a clue
She fuck with me 'cause I got the moves
I told that bitch meet me at the stu
I told that bitch bring a friend or two
That's my boo
That's my baby
That's my moon
That's my sun
Got a few
I'm the one
I'm a star, baby, and you gotta move
'Fore you get burnt
You can get hurt
Take a step back
'Fore you get murked
Major get back
Motion picture
Information extracted, I watched her give birth
I know that she's lying to me
I know that she's lying to me
Don't come to me with that
Crying, scrying
Spying, trying
I know that she's lying to me
I know that she's lying to me
Don't come to me with that
Crying, scrying
Spying, trying
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Mcleod
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