Lorenzo Asher, XV, Donnis - I Don't Believe You lyrics

Prada luggage at the airport
All black Mazaratis when I land
Nine cars already
I'm working on my tenth key
My watch shine turning niggas
Into Slick Rick, never let a bitch pimp me
Man, these hoes dying to get screwed nigga
Pimp C but rest in peace Chad Butler and
Aaliyah going 90 in an Aston
See you when I see you
Man, I met a girl yesterday
Couldn't really keep up
Asked her who conditioned her
She said it was Tresemme
Asked her what her name was
She said it was Desiree
Put that Yeezy album in
She said she don't mess with 'Ye
I almost kicked her out but
Instead turned it up
Then I took her to the house
15 minutes after lunch
What if we happen to kiss?
What if we happen to touch?
And we couldn't slow it down
Until enough had been enough
So she put back on her clothes
Acting like she in a rush
Said she not over her past and
They just had broken up
Man I never get offended when they
Get back with they exes
Cause they need someone to Hold 'Em
And I never been to Texas man
But my homie Boobie from out there
And he told me all women ain't the same
Probably cause he got Keisha
And it was nice to meet ya
But women, they tell the coldest lies
Freezer i just don't believe ya

Show me what you here fo'
Show me what you here fo'
Take it all off, TSA, this the airport
Show that T&A, while I put it in the air ho
Hoho i'mma make it rain dear
Reindeer drop the mixtape and got signed
In the same year i relate to Vizzy baby
We got all the same things
Vizzy, Celeb Forever I just figured
I'd make shit clear
The county nigga counting cash
In some cashmere my buzz light years
Buzz Lightyear ahead of y'all niggas
I heard Toy Stories told and
Seen them toys repoed
RIP to C, all that liquor we poured?!
Trips to the coast but believe that we cold
Don't let the cars, girls
And boat shoes fool you
A slap to the face will have
You feeling like a new you
Makeover if you will
If I make off with the mil
I'mma do the Madoff for the bill for real

It always go, "I don't know your name
Boy what song you sang?"
Call it cool, call it fame
I'll call you bluff and call it lame
I don't fuck with all the games
Save that for the playoffs
Funny how my balls and chains
Got 'em going Adolf crazy
Then they take a glance and see
How I do them tramps then focus on my mans
Concentrating on my camp
Begging for the high life
Even they man want my life
Guess I'm shining on son
Sun, Edward on Twilight
High heels, high standards, high fashion
High price just to roll out with a
Nigga like the hot dice
Have her hitting high notes like all night
Kill that pussy
I don't give a fuck if it got nine lives
Then she around her friends and
Want to play pretend
Like, "What happened to your mans?
Oh yeah girl, we seen you"
And you be like, "We cool"
Man, I know I'm back at school
But I'm speaking for your crew
When we say we don't believe you
I don't believe you