"Lies In Her Eyes" lyrics
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Two [?] bitches, they comin' from Denver
Flew the bitch out, I'm not fuckin' with tinder
Lies in her eyes, but I know she a sinner
Eyes on her thighs and I know that she dinner
Two [?] bitches, they comin' from Denver
Flew the bitch out, I'm not fuckin' with tinder
Lies in her eyes, but I know she a sinner
Eyes on her thighs and I know that she dinner
I'm high as the sky so I'm up in my feelings
I look in the mirror, I feel like a villain
I won't take the pussy if she is not willing
She ask for my zodiac, then I went missing
Creep in his bush if a nigga get dissing
I'm pullin' out [?] on the beat, like magician
I pull out that D and I tease her, no kidding
They underrate me and you know that shit written
They probably didn't know it, that trendy was spittin'
And all that I know is a deserve a ribbon
Your bitch hangin' out and she givin' out rubbings
My hands in that bitch like a muhfuckin' Muppet
I don't got no love for the bitch, but I'm fuckin'
She nice with the top like I'm spottin' out muffins
Her nigga caught us and she said it was nothin'
But Trendy, remember, it really was bussin'
I surely remember the feel of the suckin'
I just dropped a song, but I'm indie, so fuck it
Shit, all of these rappers be movin' like puppets
I keep me a drac', bitch, I move with the musket
They thought I was done, but I wasn't
Trendy might fuck on your girl and your cousin
I need a few bitches, I need me a dozen
And they finna hate when I'm buzzin'
If you workin' with me, then I need a percentage
Shit, I look in the mirror, I'm Dennis the Menace
We [?] this thing wasn't workin'
But fuck all of that 'cause I'm finna keep jerkin'
Wait, take my words back 'cause that didn't sound perfect
Your artist do crack and his album a circus
Still ain't finished
Make a hundred songs, so I'm tryna make a million
Leave a sour taste in your bitch, like a lemon
Feelin' like Charlie Sheen, gotta keep winnin'
Guess I'ma take a break after the
I'm too busy respecting all of these women
I stan BTS, bitch, I'm fuckin' with Jimin
I'm tryna get Johnson, remove all the Linen
R.I.P Biggie, I never been timid
And my bass is growing, it's just the beginning
And when I get bread, better know I'ma spend it
And that was the show, nigga, that was the endin'
Yo' bitch is a starter, the pussy just hittin' so harder
I change up my flow like I'm PvssyVinceCarter
I fuck with yo' head, but yo' pussy go harder
You send me a beat, then you witness a murder
Two [?] bitches, they comin' from Denver
Flew the bitch out, I'm not fuckin' with tinder
Lies in her eyes, but I know she a sinner
Eyes on her thighs and I know that she dinner
Two [?] bitches, they comin' from Denver
Flew the bitch out, I'm not fuckin' with tinder
Lies in her eyes, but I know she a sinner
Eyes on her thighs and I know that she dinner
Two [?] bitches, they comin' from Denver
Flew the bitch out, I'm not fuckin' with tinder
Lies in her eyes, but I know she a sinner
Eyes on her thighs and I know that she dinner
Two [?] bitches, they comin' from Denver
Flew the bitch out, I'm not fuckin' with tinder
Lies in her eyes, but I know she a sinner
Eyes on her thighs and I know that she dinner
I'm high as the sky so I'm up in my feelings
I look in the mirror, I feel like a villain
I won't take the pussy if she is not willing
She ask for my zodiac, then I went missing
Creep in his bush if a nigga get dissing
I'm pullin' out [?] on the beat, like magician
I pull out that D and I tease her, no kidding
They underrate me and you know that shit written
They probably didn't know it, that trendy was spittin'
And all that I know is a deserve a ribbon
Your bitch hangin' out and she givin' out rubbings
My hands in that bitch like a muhfuckin' Muppet
I don't got no love for the bitch, but I'm fuckin'
She nice with the top like I'm spottin' out muffins
Her nigga caught us and she said it was nothin'
But Trendy, remember, it really was bussin'
I surely remember the feel of the suckin'
I just dropped a song, but I'm indie, so fuck it
Shit, all of these rappers be movin' like puppets
I keep me a drac', bitch, I move with the musket
They thought I was done, but I wasn't
Trendy might fuck on your girl and your cousin
I need a few bitches, I need me a dozen
And they finna hate when I'm buzzin'
If you workin' with me, then I need a percentage
Shit, I look in the mirror, I'm Dennis the Menace
We [?] this thing wasn't workin'
But fuck all of that 'cause I'm finna keep jerkin'
Wait, take my words back 'cause that didn't sound perfect
Your artist do crack and his album a circus
Still ain't finished
Make a hundred songs, so I'm tryna make a million
Leave a sour taste in your bitch, like a lemon
Feelin' like Charlie Sheen, gotta keep winnin'
Guess I'ma take a break after the
I'm too busy respecting all of these women
I stan BTS, bitch, I'm fuckin' with Jimin
I'm tryna get Johnson, remove all the Linen
R.I.P Biggie, I never been timid
And my bass is growing, it's just the beginning
And when I get bread, better know I'ma spend it
And that was the show, nigga, that was the endin'
Yo' bitch is a starter, the pussy just hittin' so harder
I change up my flow like I'm PvssyVinceCarter
I fuck with yo' head, but yo' pussy go harder
You send me a beat, then you witness a murder
Two [?] bitches, they comin' from Denver
Flew the bitch out, I'm not fuckin' with tinder
Lies in her eyes, but I know she a sinner
Eyes on her thighs and I know that she dinner
Two [?] bitches, they comin' from Denver
Flew the bitch out, I'm not fuckin' with tinder
Lies in her eyes, but I know she a sinner
Eyes on her thighs and I know that she dinner
