"She Dont Like The Truth" lyrics
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
(It's a Wayne beat)
(His name's Pablo)
Ayy
Bitch love when I lie 'cause she don't like the truth
Fell in love with the studio, I think I like the booth
I'll fight for a pint of Wock', but I can't fight for you
I'll fuck, but I'm about to leave 'cause I can't spend the night with you
I just told Wockeisha I'll kill the plug and do life for you
I heard the pints out of town, I'll get on a plane right now, catch a flight for you
Sometimes I think like RMC, what Mike would do? Ayy
I hate this bitch, but I like the ho (Ayy)
I know it's real when my sister tryna fight the ho
I just wanna fuck, baby, what we fightin' for?
I fuck her good, she scratch my back, what you bite me for?
Somebody talkin' crazy to me, but they typed it, though
Somebody tried to buy a feature, they used Michael flow
Is it for rights or is it for pussy? What you fightin' for?
I just gave some angry dick to the nicest ho
Bitch love drinkin' liquor, where the bottle go?
I just fucked a bartender, she a bottle ho
I fuck her good, then I'm tryna leave, where my Casablanca coat?
Ayy, bro, you gotta pay me cheese 'cause that's not your flow
Why you mad about that bitch if that's not your ho?
Bitch want me to see her crib, but I'm not gon' go
Nigga died at the red light 'cause he was not on go
You ain't got no gun, what you got your hands in your pockets for?
Ayy, 'cause that shit kinda strange
I pulled up with a bad bitch, but she was kinda lame
Lil' bro took a nigga ice, you tryna find your chain
Kill the nigga over a Playstation, but it was not no game
Bitch should've stayed in college, she got a lot of brain
Nigga got killed for some likes, he just died for fame
You ain't tryna shoot your gun, don't even ride with gang
If you ain't tryna let it bop, don't even ride with flame
I call bro Stephen Curry, he got a lot of range
Bitch tryna get in my head and play mind games
I pulled up with a bad bitch, a lil' fine thang
I started off dead broke, it was a grind thang
(It's a Wayne beat)
(His name's Pablo)
Ayy
Bitch love when I lie 'cause she don't like the truth
Fell in love with the studio, I think I like the booth
I'll fight for a pint of Wock', but I can't fight for you
I'll fuck, but I'm about to leave 'cause I can't spend the night with you
I just told Wockeisha I'll kill the plug and do life for you
I heard the pints out of town, I'll get on a plane right now, catch a flight for you
Sometimes I think like RMC, what Mike would do? Ayy
I hate this bitch, but I like the ho (Ayy)
I know it's real when my sister tryna fight the ho
I just wanna fuck, baby, what we fightin' for?
I fuck her good, she scratch my back, what you bite me for?
Somebody talkin' crazy to me, but they typed it, though
Somebody tried to buy a feature, they used Michael flow
Is it for rights or is it for pussy? What you fightin' for?
I just gave some angry dick to the nicest ho
Bitch love drinkin' liquor, where the bottle go?
I just fucked a bartender, she a bottle ho
I fuck her good, then I'm tryna leave, where my Casablanca coat?
Ayy, bro, you gotta pay me cheese 'cause that's not your flow
Why you mad about that bitch if that's not your ho?
Bitch want me to see her crib, but I'm not gon' go
Nigga died at the red light 'cause he was not on go
You ain't got no gun, what you got your hands in your pockets for?
Ayy, 'cause that shit kinda strange
I pulled up with a bad bitch, but she was kinda lame
Lil' bro took a nigga ice, you tryna find your chain
Kill the nigga over a Playstation, but it was not no game
Bitch should've stayed in college, she got a lot of brain
Nigga got killed for some likes, he just died for fame
You ain't tryna shoot your gun, don't even ride with gang
If you ain't tryna let it bop, don't even ride with flame
I call bro Stephen Curry, he got a lot of range
Bitch tryna get in my head and play mind games
I pulled up with a bad bitch, a lil' fine thang
I started off dead broke, it was a grind thang
