Talibando, Drego, Beno - Why Lie? lyrics

(Prince, this a hit, I got exotic pack)
Ayy

I don't really think you
On your grind like you said
They call me the pharmacy 'cause
I'm supplyin' all the meds
Yeah, bust it out the wrapper
Let me see the shine
Tryna get the Arab money
Like I'm Busta Rhymes
Me and gang in the studio
We goin' line for line
I be smokin' dead friends like
That movie How High?
If I told your bitch to jump, she'd ask me
"How high?"
Everything I state be facts, nigga
Why would I lie?

L's come with the game, nigga
Why would I cry? (Nigga, why would I cry?)
Doin' magic when he cook it
When he done, say, "Voila"
(Skrrt, skrrt) i'm so accurate in the pussy
Hit her spot like nine times (Nine times)
She on her knees suckin' dick
Like she prayin' to Allah
(She prayin' to Allah)
Nigga, why would I lie?
(Nigga, why would I lie?)
Get that for sixteen and sell
That shit for twenty-five (Brrt, brrt)
Get a fifty pack sent and do
That shit like twenty times (Twenty times)
You ain't even got fifty
Talkin' 'bout you play with pies
('Bout you play with pies)
All these niggas lyin', stop tryin'
(Stop lyin', stop tryin')
Buy a Rollie, I just call it spendin' time
(Spendin' time) talkin' 'bout he rich
But he only bought a line (Fft)
Told the lil' bitch I'm a
Legend just like John
(I'm a legend just like John)

Niggas out here poor as hell
They need the drive told the bitch in the O
I'm a legend like LeBron
When I hit her from the back
She say she feel it in her spine
I be tellin' you I love you, bitch
I'm playin' with your mind
You can call me Tony Hawk because
I'm always on my grind
And I got the golden eye
So I feel like I'm James Bond
It ain't happen overnight, you
Know this shit, it take time
We gon' Harlem Shake the bag, when we done
We shake fives
All the opps be hidin', we slidin'
Caught him and his mans, shit
I call that perfect timing
I think I lost my mind, I gotta find it
Movie clips, them bitches shoot for hours
Then rewind 'em
Don't be surprised if I have my
Slimes come and slime 'em
Take 'em off the map
It's gon' be hard for you to find 'em

My mama caught me in here wrappin' a key, uh
Yeah, we pack that shit up and
We back to the V she know I'm a hood nigga
I get love in the streets
My uncle showed me how to make
Fifty racks in four weeks
It's so much crime in the D
Niggas dyin' every week
Nigga, you remember them cold nights, nigga
We ain't have nothin' to eat
So you gotta watch out for
Them niggas that's creepin'
And ride with your heat
See, I was just lookin' for
Dawg about my money, he was hidin' from me
Nigga, I be servin' fiends all day, nigga
You don't wanna ride with me
Man, that shit so fucked up, though
I gotta get high to eat