$ilkMoney - Why Lie (10 Million Ways to Die) lyrics
[$ilkMoney - Why Lie 10 Million Ways to Die lyrics]
Why lie? I'll probably die where the dope is
Face down in a pile of roses
Right next to where the coke is
Obituaries won’t be in English
And make no sense or died in the Poconos
From overdosing on blowfish
You fuckin' wit a nigga that's dead already
Told the bitch when I’m gone to fuck
My team once my head is buried
Dig me up once a year to
Give me head in the cemetery
Leave her wielded, disclosed
It's-it's a brick in the Ben and Jerrys
Fuck it, you bitch niggas some deadbeats
Spittin', hittin', you hard to base
Make niggas legs break
Praying we move the weight in the
Day like Jenny Craig say
And you make enough to not give a
Fuck about what the feds take
Why lie? I'll probably die where the dope is
Or in between sofa cushions smushed
Between where remotes live
Divide a four-fifth
'cause my nigga told me to dope hit
Or die for fucking a nigga
Sister like Manolo did
You can't hold my dick ’cause it’s too heavy
45's turn into 50 cals, this a new dessy
Love a bitch with a pussy
Butter-soft like a new Peli
With AR’s that go from semi
To fully with dual settings, uh
True feelings grow within my melanin
Pussy so good that I swore
I would never swear again
Pussy so good that I told her
I couldn't bear to sin
Until I got bored with shawty
And felt the need to tell a friend
Why lie? I'll probably die where the dope is
Or die because I'm a lion
Tryna get from the poachers
Die from using a fork to get
Pop Tarts up out the toaster
Die ’cause somebody lied and told me
That Coke was just soda
Die from too many lines
'cause I swore that my dope was doper
Die like wylin' coyote
Got hit with too many boulders
Die 'cause he came from the right
And looked over the wrong shoulder
Or die when fire ignites 'cause I
Didn't put out the smolder how I'ma end it?
(Whoa, the song of your life)
Both, I could die by suicide and
Leave such a nice note italicize why
Pantomime rhythms and tight flows
Just for kicks, I'd write
Right after fiddin' goodnight, folks
Face down in a pile of roses
Right next to where the coke is
Obituaries won’t be in English
And make no sense or died in the Poconos
From overdosing on blowfish
You fuckin' wit a nigga that's dead already
Told the bitch when I’m gone to fuck
My team once my head is buried
Dig me up once a year to
Give me head in the cemetery
Leave her wielded, disclosed
It's-it's a brick in the Ben and Jerrys
Fuck it, you bitch niggas some deadbeats
Spittin', hittin', you hard to base
Make niggas legs break
Praying we move the weight in the
Day like Jenny Craig say
And you make enough to not give a
Fuck about what the feds take
Why lie? I'll probably die where the dope is
Or in between sofa cushions smushed
Between where remotes live
Divide a four-fifth
'cause my nigga told me to dope hit
Or die for fucking a nigga
Sister like Manolo did
You can't hold my dick ’cause it’s too heavy
45's turn into 50 cals, this a new dessy
Love a bitch with a pussy
Butter-soft like a new Peli
With AR’s that go from semi
To fully with dual settings, uh
True feelings grow within my melanin
Pussy so good that I swore
I would never swear again
Pussy so good that I told her
I couldn't bear to sin
Until I got bored with shawty
And felt the need to tell a friend
Why lie? I'll probably die where the dope is
Or die because I'm a lion
Tryna get from the poachers
Die from using a fork to get
Pop Tarts up out the toaster
Die ’cause somebody lied and told me
That Coke was just soda
Die from too many lines
'cause I swore that my dope was doper
Die like wylin' coyote
Got hit with too many boulders
Die 'cause he came from the right
And looked over the wrong shoulder
Or die when fire ignites 'cause I
Didn't put out the smolder how I'ma end it?
(Whoa, the song of your life)
Both, I could die by suicide and
Leave such a nice note italicize why
Pantomime rhythms and tight flows
Just for kicks, I'd write
Right after fiddin' goodnight, folks