Jeezy - Damn Liar lyrics
Young Jeezy [Jay Wayne Jenkins] Columbia, South Carolina, U.S.🇺🇸
[Jeezy - Damn Liar lyrics]
I got some real bitches with me
For patron we on that avion
I got some real bitches with me
For patron we on that avion
I’m talking real jury, nigga
Fuck that shit got a Mercedes on
No timers in my watch
Damn right it cost a Jaguar
Seat up in that ‘Rari thing that
Be faster than a race car
You’s a god damn liar, you’s a god damn liar
Thinking I ain’t getting money
You’s a god damn liar
Thinking we're about that life that
You’s a god damn liar
If you think we think it twice
You’s a god damn liar
You’s a god damn liar, you’s a god damn liar
Thinking we ain’t counting money
You’s a god damn liar
Thinking we ain’t getting money
You’s a god damn liar
If you think we think it twice
You’s a god damn liar
Hoes gon be hoes, and niggas gon’ be niggas
Hustlers gon’ be dealers
And niggas gon’ pull triggers
Yeah Im worse than IRS, I came to collect
If you ain’t got no money
Just pay me in respect, yea
Martin Luther, Malcom, Young
Yea I pay the way
Man you niggas acting like I’m still
Gon’ hop out of that K
Man I can’t even sleep
Too busy plottin on you busters
If I’m ever in the spot then
I'm balling on you suckers
If a nigga told you different
Then he motherfucking lied
Bitch I do this shit
Until I'm motherfucking tired
Hopped off the porch when I was 12
Didn't get no rest if I ever lie
Then let them 40′s hit me in my chest
Nigga, you a lie
And you motherfucking know it
And all that gangsta shit
You niggas talking, yea, i’m for it
They're hating ass shit
Only gon get you so far
Then you turn around and look around
And nigga there you are
In the same damn place, damn block
With no progress
To be this nigga here, it takes a process
First you got to hit the
Block like a real nigga
Then you gonna hit the booth
And straight kill niggas
I don’t feel niggas but you bet they felt me
Be a cold day in hell before they melt me
Got my first Glock and hit the
Block ain’t get no rest
If I ever lie then let them
40′s hit me in my chest
How you going for it and
You know these niggas lie?
Half the hood locked up
And the other half dying
These lying ass rappers, man
I swear these niggas trying
Just to make it another day, nigga
Everybody trying
So fuck the world now, nigga
Who in it and who ain’t with me
I’m bound to fuck
Call the federalies come and get me
This shit here ain’t the game
Man this shit here’s the game
I’m talking real jail
Real prisons and everything
That’s why I put the God
Honest truth on every bar
Time is cold out here got
A heater in every car
See my first quarter mill when I
Was 12 ain’t get no rest
If I ever lie then let them
40′s hit me in my chest
For patron we on that avion
I got some real bitches with me
For patron we on that avion
I’m talking real jury, nigga
Fuck that shit got a Mercedes on
No timers in my watch
Damn right it cost a Jaguar
Seat up in that ‘Rari thing that
Be faster than a race car
You’s a god damn liar, you’s a god damn liar
Thinking I ain’t getting money
You’s a god damn liar
Thinking we're about that life that
You’s a god damn liar
If you think we think it twice
You’s a god damn liar
You’s a god damn liar, you’s a god damn liar
Thinking we ain’t counting money
You’s a god damn liar
Thinking we ain’t getting money
You’s a god damn liar
If you think we think it twice
You’s a god damn liar
Hoes gon be hoes, and niggas gon’ be niggas
Hustlers gon’ be dealers
And niggas gon’ pull triggers
Yeah Im worse than IRS, I came to collect
If you ain’t got no money
Just pay me in respect, yea
Martin Luther, Malcom, Young
Yea I pay the way
Man you niggas acting like I’m still
Gon’ hop out of that K
Man I can’t even sleep
Too busy plottin on you busters
If I’m ever in the spot then
I'm balling on you suckers
If a nigga told you different
Then he motherfucking lied
Bitch I do this shit
Until I'm motherfucking tired
Hopped off the porch when I was 12
Didn't get no rest if I ever lie
Then let them 40′s hit me in my chest
Nigga, you a lie
And you motherfucking know it
And all that gangsta shit
You niggas talking, yea, i’m for it
They're hating ass shit
Only gon get you so far
Then you turn around and look around
And nigga there you are
In the same damn place, damn block
With no progress
To be this nigga here, it takes a process
First you got to hit the
Block like a real nigga
Then you gonna hit the booth
And straight kill niggas
I don’t feel niggas but you bet they felt me
Be a cold day in hell before they melt me
Got my first Glock and hit the
Block ain’t get no rest
If I ever lie then let them
40′s hit me in my chest
How you going for it and
You know these niggas lie?
Half the hood locked up
And the other half dying
These lying ass rappers, man
I swear these niggas trying
Just to make it another day, nigga
Everybody trying
So fuck the world now, nigga
Who in it and who ain’t with me
I’m bound to fuck
Call the federalies come and get me
This shit here ain’t the game
Man this shit here’s the game
I’m talking real jail
Real prisons and everything
That’s why I put the God
Honest truth on every bar
Time is cold out here got
A heater in every car
See my first quarter mill when I
Was 12 ain’t get no rest
If I ever lie then let them
40′s hit me in my chest