Lyrics
My nigga
You good?
Yeah I’m good man, I’m good
Yo I’m doing this song dawg, it’s titled 'I Lie'
It’s like a love…
I’m doing this song and I need you on the song
I will email it
I got like a hook
I need you on the verse
Ayt
[Hook: Nasty_C)
I’m sending out a text to Ghetto Cupid
Tell that boy to put a gat to where your heart is
We can netflix and smoke a dooby
I smoke that shit that smell like someone farted
Look at what you, look at what you started
I swear, I love my dick as hard as a heart is
Look at what you, look at what you started
I swear, I like that ass is the softest
I lie, I lie, I lie
I lie, I lie, I lie
OK across my heart that’s on my life
I never lie, girl I never lie
That’s suicide, suicide yeah
That’s not what I meant when I said, «You're my do or die»
You got the juice but I’ll get you wet though
Make that ass bounce like a cheque do'
You owe me come cancel your debt
Your pussy is sick like it made it me sneeze
Girl you’re blessed
We connect like two keys
Hear me on the news, yeah that new shit
Nah nah girl you ain’t being foolish
No gun we can shoot this
I swear Ghetto Cupid made me do it
[Hook: Nasty_C)
I’m sending out a text to Ghetto Cupid
Tell that boy to put a gat to where your heart is
We can netflix and smoke a dooby
I smoke that shit that smell like someone farted
Look at what you, look at what you started
I swear, I love my dick as hard as a heart is
Look at what you, look at what you started
I swear, I like that ass is the softest
I lie, I lie, I lie
I lie, I lie, I lie
Role playing
Name calling
When I was young pops
Told me son, «If it’s a spade, it’s a spade call it»
So I call this 'untied strings'
I call you my sidepiece
I call you around three in the morning
And try to sneak out, to take the D route
And pray I help you shake the sleep out
And bring the freak out before I even knock to make some of the neighbours peak
out
I blame ganja 'cause my weed and my beats are the three loud, hey
[Verse 3: Nasty_C)
I promise if I roll a joint then we roll on the floor
And you won’t let me wait till me boner get sore
Better yet, when I open leave the clothes at the door
Let’s fuck the shit out each other then we work on our flaws
Role playing and name calling
Pole dancing and more name calling
No hands and more brain swapping (shit)
More hands and more strange barking
More of the sexing it
That’s what you’re texting me
I know you got what you needed but shit don’t mention it
I thought of something that my brother told me to mess with me
He said that, «You want a woman that’s infamous, when you’re real famous»
I guess it’s true, I guess it really is
I guess its you, I mess with you
And shit I’ll probably mess this up 'cause I’m expected to
But that ass is a blessing and blessings given what blessing’s due
True