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BUT I CAN'T LIE
- But I can't lie, I wanna fuck you
- I'm used to the fake love, but I love you
- Baby, fuck love, uh, I can't trust you
- Always find a way for you to suck, too
- But I can't lie, I wanna fuck you
- Used to your lies, though I love you
- Sometimes, I wonder if I should trust you
- Sometimes, I wish I could just touch you, uh uh
- I wanna ditch, this hoe
- I just caught a body, fo' sho'
- These bitches get loose, I need mo'
- What the Hell to do? I don't know
- I wanna ditch, this hoe
- I just caught her lackin', keep it low
- The bitches get loose, it shows
- What can I do? Don't know
- These hoes be tens, maybe elevens
- I just want friends, I want seconds
- 'Til the fuckin' end, 'til we in Heaven
- Baby, then again, you got bad intentions
- These hoes be tens, maybe elevens
- She newly wed, yeah, Armageddon
- 'Til I'm dead, Smith &Wesson
- But then again, you ask no questions
- Keep it cool, teach some lessons
- I can't trust hoes, they aggressive
- In my zone, show aggression
- On my own, got the weapon
- Keep it cool, teach some lessons
- I'ma do this, like I'm Eleven
- She hate my ass, my profession
- In my zone, my whole essence
- These hoes fake, they hate my presence
- All these demons that I been sensin'
- Two twin Glocks, Lucky 7's
- Got my Glock, you can see my expression
- These hoes fake, it's not no blessin'
- Hop in the Wraith, parental discretion
- She get shocked, rip out her intestines
- Give her all I got, shots to her brethren
- These hoes mad, they can't get let in
- She so sour, like a lemon
- All she does, is just threaten
- I can't trust, the pain never lessens
- These hoes mad, so is Kevin
- She want me dead, she like Preston
- All she does, is keep stressin'
- Saw the moon, it's a crescent
- This life shit be depressin'
- I reckon my whole life you'll be wreckin'
- I fucked up, got an obsession
- She fuck me up, I'm ascendin'
- This life shit be depressin'
- I reckon my love is your anti depressant
- My luck's up, we can't address this
- She's so stuck up, I'm second guessin'
- But I can't lie, I wanna fuck you
- I'm used to the fake love, but I love you
- Baby, fuck love, uh, I can't trust you
- Always find a way for you to suck, too
- But I can't lie, I wanna fuck you
- Used to your lies, though I love you
- Sometimes, I wonder if I should trust you
- Sometimes, I wish I could just touch you, uh uh
- She hate me bad, therapy sessions
- I'm in the cab, shit I'm not confessin'
- I confined in you, you a Texan
- I'm up in the Wraith, in Memphis
- She hate me bad, and she hate Brexton
- Got me fucked up stuck in Texas
- She been dissin' me, I can sense it
- She been dissin' me, she been messin'
- With my damn head, I'm never restin'
- In my damn bed, I'm so restless
- Fuck those damn meds, I'm too reckless
- Got no damn friends, got my Stetson
- 'Til the damn end, I'm done impressin'
- But goddamn men, I'm not one to with me
- So I got a ten, fuck impressions
- I'll do it again, I got depression
- So I think I'm just obsessed with
- All the pain, need to freshen
- It's not no game, forgot to mention
- But yo' face is not no exception
- I'm not okay, somebody gotta step in
- I can't feel my face, can't speak no sentence
- Baby, I'm not okay with this direction
- Pour the champagne, to perfection, uh
- These bitches, they deception
- I just want the dough, no oppression
- I don't really know, wait 'til it sets in
- Baby, you so cold, colder than Evan
- These bitches, they deception
- I just want a hoe, where am I headed?
- I don't really know if the rumors be spreadin'
- Put my love on hold, yeah, fuck this wedding
- Fuck you hoes, uh, you take all this credit
- Fuck 'em up, yeah, cut they Achilles' tendon
- Now you can't leave, bitch, got the denim
- You motherfuckers put yo' heads in
- Now these hoes fucked, tears they sheddin'
- I don't give a fuck, come on, check it
- They need to leave, or check in
- My eyes have reddened, I'm always ahead, bitch
- (I'm so fucked, so is Devon)
- (What is love? Hoes get beheaded)
- (Had enough, shit I'm dreadin')
- (You like to bluff, you a felon)
- (You know what, we topped yo' melon)
- (These hoes fucked, paramedics)
- (Bitch, what's love? I'ma head in)
- (See you in Heaven, yeah, see you in Heaven, uh)
- But I can't lie, I wanna fuck you
- I'm used to the fake love, but I love you
- Baby, fuck love, uh, I can't trust you
- Always find a way for you to suck, too
- But I can't lie, I wanna fuck you
- Used to your lies, though I love you
- Sometimes, I wonder if I should trust you
- Sometimes, I wish I could just touch you, uh uh
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