"I Can't Lie" lyrics
Bun B & Cory Mo Lyrics
"I Can't Lie"
(feat. Monaleo & Scotty ATL)
You can tell I'm a player from my girl to my hair
Take a picture when you see me, but don't stare, I don't care
You can ride if you want, but I don't let whole nigga ride
You can slide, you get yours, I get mine, I get mine
Man, we on that Texas trill shit that got 'em stuck
You ain't down with it, my nigga, you out of luck
'Cause on the cool, I give not a fuck
I drop the top, then pop the top on the bottle, and his bottoms up
A lot of nuts in my box of draws
I ain't perfect by a long shot, lots of flaws
If I lose, then it won't be by a lot, because
When the going gets harder then you gots to pause
Look, if you ain't got a solid plan, then you better wait
Sit back, relax, smoke some gas and meditate
Be better prepared to pick a better date
So next time you won't hesitate, it'll better resonate
I'm always putting family over my friends
So I decay, I gotta knock it over the fence
If you don't work, you don't eat, and neither do they
So I gotta get up, get out and get it even today, man
You can tell I'm a player from my girl to my hair
Take a picture when you see me, but don't stare, I don't care
You can ride if you want, but I don't let whole nigga ride
You can slide, you get yours, I get mine, I get mine
Mama told me dream to get sleep, that's it, I watch them doze
Teeth, the neck froze, never play with my nose
Slick flip gold, busted it flip mode
I get in the flip mode, all started from an O
Ounce to empire, still skinny tires
Passed out flyer, Candler Greenbriar
Hustle, blow more notes, same damn Mariah
Stop it from a liar, bitch I'm on fire
Nigga had a dollar and a dream
And a thousand dollar in the cuff link, some on my sleeve, on my sleeve
Candy Lady free pop now make her freeze
Hit it from the back when you get up off your knees
Yeah, P&G Texas Swang, Triple D, Triple D
Big Dawg status, never got him with no fleas
Yeah, we don't wanna hear what you done, nigga please
Since a juvenile, I been 400 Degrees
You can tell I'm a player from my girl to my hair
Take a picture when you see me, but don't stare, I don't care
You can ride if you want, but I don't let whole nigga ride
You can slide, you get yours, I get mine, I get mine
Uh aye, it's Big Leo, niggas know I been that
From the hood to Hollywood, niggas know I did that
I'm from Texas, I'm so proud, so I never hid that
Speakers banging in the trunk, look like somebody kidnap
Niggas say I changed, truth is I never got the chance to
I just make the music all the young bitches dance to
Then came fame, even gained a couple fans too
Your family struggle, you would've signed that advance too
I wouldn't change it for the world, I am who I am
All them late nights in the studio till 2:00 AM
I'm built for this life, baby, I'm a superstar
Even when it's plucking at my nerves like a new guitar
Brand-new Maybach, I still remember the Buick car
This money shit don't make you, your spirit is who you are
I'm so solid to the core, that's my disposition
I am who I am, that's how you got this position
You can tell I'm a player from my girl to my hair
Take a picture when you see me, but don't stare, I don't care
You can ride if you want, but I don't let whole nigga ride
You can slide, you get yours, I get mine, I get mine
- AZLyrics
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- Bun-B Lyrics
album:
"WAY MO TRILL" (2025)
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