rodneyy - all lies lyrics
[rodneyy - all lies lyrics]
Yeah, yeah
Designer my jacket, designer my crotch
I'm wearing a Rolex, he wearing a Swatch
I hit the fake booty
Don’t care if it's botched
Run down wit' them sticks in
Ya crib like the swat
I’m sippin' codeine, she sipping a shot
She shaking that ass, put a dub on her twat
Collections of sticks like I'm
Still playing COD she can't handle the lean
It's making her nod
I'm off a the bean, it make me alive
They play wit' my green, somebody gon' die
I step on the scene, I’m catching they eye
These niggas be fake and
I’m catching the lies
I stack it up like I'm in math class
I got a new bitch and she is a badass
120 on the freeway got no fast pass
I smoke my own blunt, don’t do no puff puff
Pass pass
Triple cross the plug like my name Tjass
Say she slow to get in bed with
You but she fuck me fast
I hop in a 'rari, I'm doing the dash
If it's not ’bout the cash then kiss my ass
I never paid attention in no class
After they taught me how to count a bag
Real right solo, don't need no rag
'08 dad had the brand new jag
Tan P80 wit a thirty round mag
Gave the whole block run-in
Like we playin' tag
Two cups of codeine, they sit in my lap
She touching the jeans
She touching the strap
Me and li leek off the beans
We booted no cap how you talk greasy to me
You don't got no strap
She love me, she hate me
One day she don't call, one day she my baby
Told her, "You can't save me"
Too late, I'm off these drugs, I'm crazy
Told 'em, "You don't want war"
Shooting like a court
I got codeine in my pores zaza, why I snore
I buy drip inside the store
Then I buy some more
Got a bitch from Jersey Shore
Suck it like a dirty whore
Designer my jacket, designer my crotch
I'm wearing a Rolex, he wearing a Swatch
I hit the fake booty
Don't care if it's botched
Run down wit' them sticks in
Ya crib like the swat
I'm sippin' codeine, she sipping a shot
She shaking that ass, put a dub on her twat
Collections of sticks like I'm
Still playing COD she can't handle the lean
It's making her nod
I'm off a the bean, it make me alive
They play wit' my green, somebody gon' die
I step on the scene, I'm catching they eye
These niggas be fake and
I'm catching the lies
Designer my jacket, designer my crotch
I'm wearing a Rolex, he wearing a Swatch
I hit the fake booty
Don’t care if it's botched
Run down wit' them sticks in
Ya crib like the swat
I’m sippin' codeine, she sipping a shot
She shaking that ass, put a dub on her twat
Collections of sticks like I'm
Still playing COD she can't handle the lean
It's making her nod
I'm off a the bean, it make me alive
They play wit' my green, somebody gon' die
I step on the scene, I’m catching they eye
These niggas be fake and
I’m catching the lies
I stack it up like I'm in math class
I got a new bitch and she is a badass
120 on the freeway got no fast pass
I smoke my own blunt, don’t do no puff puff
Pass pass
Triple cross the plug like my name Tjass
Say she slow to get in bed with
You but she fuck me fast
I hop in a 'rari, I'm doing the dash
If it's not ’bout the cash then kiss my ass
I never paid attention in no class
After they taught me how to count a bag
Real right solo, don't need no rag
'08 dad had the brand new jag
Tan P80 wit a thirty round mag
Gave the whole block run-in
Like we playin' tag
Two cups of codeine, they sit in my lap
She touching the jeans
She touching the strap
Me and li leek off the beans
We booted no cap how you talk greasy to me
You don't got no strap
She love me, she hate me
One day she don't call, one day she my baby
Told her, "You can't save me"
Too late, I'm off these drugs, I'm crazy
Told 'em, "You don't want war"
Shooting like a court
I got codeine in my pores zaza, why I snore
I buy drip inside the store
Then I buy some more
Got a bitch from Jersey Shore
Suck it like a dirty whore
Designer my jacket, designer my crotch
I'm wearing a Rolex, he wearing a Swatch
I hit the fake booty
Don't care if it's botched
Run down wit' them sticks in
Ya crib like the swat
I'm sippin' codeine, she sipping a shot
She shaking that ass, put a dub on her twat
Collections of sticks like I'm
Still playing COD she can't handle the lean
It's making her nod
I'm off a the bean, it make me alive
They play wit' my green, somebody gon' die
I step on the scene, I'm catching they eye
These niggas be fake and
I'm catching the lies