No lie
I am smoking on that gas, life should be on CinemaxMovie, bought my boo bigger tits and a bigger assWho he’s, not I, I smoke strong, that PopeyeLouie V’s in my archives, black diamonds, apartheidBread up and my top down, on the block with a block outHit ya ass with that block-ow, dope enough to go in yo nostrilsI take ya girl and kidnap her, feed her to my mattressA skeleton in my closet, it's probably one of these dead ass rappersIt's probably one these pussy ass niggas, don’t try me I’ll pull that triggaGot ya car note in my cup, and your rent in my swishaThat pussy so good I miss ya, head game’s so viciousAnd all I get is cheese like I’m taking pictures
[Hook: Drake]I say fuck you, ‘less I’m wit’ yaIf I take you out of the pictureI know real niggas won't miss yaNo lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-iNo lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-iReal niggas say wordYou ain't never told no lieYou ain't never told no lieReal niggas say wordYou ain't never told no lieYou ain't never told no lieReal niggas say trueYou ain't never told no lieYou ain't never told no lieThat's a thing I don’t doNah I just do it for the niggasThat are tryna see a million ‘fore they dieWattup
[Verse 2: Drake]2 Chainz and Champagne, you want true, that’s true enoughForbes list like every year, my office is my tour busShe came through, she brought food, she got fucked, she knew wassupShe think I’m the realest out and I say “damn, that makes two of us”Aww that look like what’s her name, chances are it’s whats her nameChances are if she was actin up then I fucked her once and never fucked againShe could have a Grammy, I still treat her ass like a nomineeJust need to know what that pussy like so one time is fine with meYoung as an intern, with money like I built the shitStreets talking they'll confirm, go ask them who just killed the shitStay keeping my cup full so I’m extra charged like a state taxMe and Chainz go way back, we don’t talk shit, we just state factsYes, lord
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[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]Name a nigga that want some, I’ll out rap his ass, out trap his assPut his ass in a plastic bag with his trashy ass, take him outBring ‘em in, them whole things, 2Pac without a nose ringThug Life, one wife, a mistress and a girlfriendI did what they say I wouldn’t, went where they say I couldn’t (true)YSL belt buckle, ya’ll niggas sure is lookingYa’ll niggas sure is lucky, two chains on my rugbyLeft hand on that steering wheel, right hand on that pussy