"Penthouse Blue" lyrics

Shit, why you tryna front like you was never in love?
I fuck you, you fuck me, girl, you knew what it was
Baby, don't you tell me you don't love me (Yeah, ah)
I fuck you once again, I make you fall back in love
We gon' have gangsta sex 'cause, girl, you know I'm a thug
Baby, don't you tell me you don't love me (Yeah)

Now, why the fuck would you go lie and tell them hoes you don't love me?
Dubbin' and dissin' me, like I was some sort of scrub
And when you play like that, you know you make me feel ugly
Bitch, I'm playin' these streets, I need somebody to hug me
Ho, I get out of pocket when I'm sippin' this muddy
Come put that pussy on me like your nigga in trouble
I stick this dick off in you and I tell you, "I love you"
Now say that shit back, even if you lie when we fuckin'
Oh, oh

Girl, I was thuggin'
Hate when you been lyin', sayin' that we ain't fuckin'
When I dig it deep, you feel it way in your stomach
Ho, don't ever try to act like you wouldn't love me, love

Shit, why you tryna front, like you was never in love?
I fuck you, you fuck me, girl, you knew what it was
Baby, don't you tell me you don't love me (Yeah, ah)
I fuck you once again, I make you fall back in love
We gon' have gangsta sex 'cause, girl, you know I'm a thug
Baby, don't you tell me you don't love me (Yeah)

Bitch, you know exactly what it ain't, what it was
I get disrespectful when I'm takin' these drugs
She gon' take this dick and that shit all for a buzz
I run through her tunnel like I'm Harriet Tubman

Hold on, look
No, you got it all twisted up
I lie because I do love you, girl
If I told you the truth all the time, then that means I don't care about you
I'm out in these streets tellin' these hoes the truth
I lie to you 'cause I care about your feelings

Ayy, said that you ain't with that nigga
I know you lyin' to me, bitch, I know you tryna be slick
You wanna put a label on this, but I ain't tryna be shit
You think I'm stupid, ho, you know I know you lie to me, bitch
Never wanted me rich
You say you try to be loyal, you still lie to me, bitch
Try to leave me for that fuckboy, you thought he was rich
Now I'm laughin' at you both since the economy switched
You know I passed on hoes, I never sweat for a bitch
'Cause a ho gon' be a ho and you got clear on the rest
I'ma slide to I-95, swervin' and shit
Been in my feelings, thinkin' you did this on purpose and shit
I know you lie to me, bitch
I'm still embarrassed by the shit that I would buy for this bitch
But I try for you, bitch
Any time that she would call, I would slide for this bitch
Caught you runnin' out his condo, you were tryna be low
Here I am thinkin' you was tryna be more
Nigga gave you everything like I was signin' this ho
Put you in that high fashion, high designin' this ho
Supposed to lie to them niggas, but why you lie to me, though?
Sit back and blaze the grabba, crack the Casamigo'
She really lied to me, she really lied to me
I used to kiss them lips to give 'em my protection
Now she just another bitch in my collection
I know you lie to me, bitch
He got [?] doin' pottery, bitch
I'm 'bout to slap that nigga face, I'm 'bout to powder my shit
I'm really in my feelings, I gotta get out of them shits
In my cell, I close my eyes and see her ridin' my dick
Now I close my eyes and just see her lyin' with this nigga