Lil B - Bitch Don't Lie текст песни

Aye man, I’mma tell you something about your hoe
I’mma tell you something about your bitch man
I don’t believe shit she say man

Aye I don’t believe shit she say

Bitch don’t be lyin
Bitch why you lyin?
I don’t believe you
Bitch why you lyin?
Bitch why you lyin?

Bitch don’t lie to the mackaville
I never claimed you’re P but I’m mack as hell
Let me say you bout the rain cuz you be outside
Bitch still be in my eye, is you ready to ride?
I’m fucking those hoes cuz they always rise
Don’t lie to me cuz you’re lying to Guss
I’m so real that they beg to pay
I never took a whole minute cuz my feet too high
Simple dudes like simple girls
I’m raised, got nobody in my world
I ain’t gonna lie about everything I own
That’s all, it’s a rap, you feel me?
Bitch wanna fuck? You gonna pay me cash
Have no diseases and I look the cleanest
Bitch don’t lie, you know who the meanest
Life games hoe and I look like we just
Lil boss..

Bitch I see you lying every goddamn day okay?
No, don’t lie to me
I don’t believe those goddamn lies
Hoe don’t lie to me
Okay, leave me alone, leave me alone
Hoe don’t lie to me
Bitch get out my face, I don’t believe you
No, don’t lie to me
Bitch, why are you lying

I’mma tell you, this about a bitch I knows
She a rich bitch, but her mind like a hoe
I’m the guy that feel cuz I’m saving hoes
I’m like a golf course, I be playing with hoes
Figures don’t know I have the Bentley coupe
And drop the roof, I got to my roots
Whips will change, change will whips
Man fuck your chain and fuck your bitch
Riding on the Benz and I scare poor girls
And in front of the bus, looking at my waves
Dido me to the back just to compensate
My last name mack bitch, kiss my ass
You about the roads, fuck the grass
Bitch I’m the police and I fuck with taz
Hoes on my dick cuz I’m making cash
Yea, and I might just flash

Hoe don’t lie to me
Don’t do that
Girl don’t lie to me
It’s to the day hoe
Hoe don’t lie to me
Okay...
Hoe don’t lie to me
Uh oh
Bitch don’t lie to me
Smack
Oh bitch don’t lie to me
Smack
Hoe don’t lie to me
Uh oh
Hoe don’t lie to me
Uh oh

And I’mma tell you about something uh old school uh game off that Motherfuckin uh you know
Longs but that law strut me
I’m talking about that D 5th type strip
You know that long uh
That uh, the fluvia type uh
Games be heard man
I’m talking about that long strip
International bank, ok
No, and well Woogie said don’t lie
That’s right, I don’t fuck with your hoe dude
That’s right, I don’t fuck with no hoes
Ya hoes is a liars
All you bitches
All yall hoes is liars
He said All yall hoes is liars
I’m a higher believer bitch
And she lookin to call the feds on you boy
All both jail birds
I’m on the line boy, I ain’t fuckin with em, you know