skaiwater, Dee Aura - Pretty Little Liars lyrics
[skaiwater, Dee Aura - Pretty Little Liars lyrics]
You better be sick, dead, or mute, Ron
Slatt, slatt, slatt, blatt (Skaiwater)
Slatt, yeah (Bitch)
Ayy, I been going through it
through the wire (Slatt)
Shawty fire like a ball of fire
Bitch on games like a fucking umpire
Mama told me
"Stay away from pretty little liars"
I been going through it, through the wire
Ayy, shawty fire like a ball of fire
Bitch on games like a fucking umpire
Mama told me
"Stay away from pretty little liars"
Yeah, what now? Ayy (yeah)
Niggas pissed off, I left the background
Yuh, my sound, ayy, niggas fuckin' thieves
Stole my sound
Wait, you ain't got no sauce (Ayy)
You was sippin' smart, ayy (Slatt)
I was sippin' Voss, ayy back when I was 8
(yeah) , that's when I wanted Bape, ayy
All you niggas late, ayy
Ride the fucking wave
New Patek on my wrist, new Alex on my shit
(yeah)
Tch, fuck it, it's that fashion talk, ayy
Tch, they didn't even get back to it
(Gang, gang, gang)
Yeah (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
I am the one and only
She still call me up she lonely
Rollie-pollie rollin' down the hill (yeah)
He was mad, left in his feels
Ayy, I been going through it
Through the wire (Wire)
Shawty fire like a ball of fire
Bitch on games like a fucking umpire
Mama told me
"Stay away from pretty little liars"
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I been going through it, through the wire
Ayy, shawty fire like a ball of fire
Bitch on games like a fucking umpire
Mama told me
"Stay away from pretty little liars"
Bye slatt, slatt, slatt
Yeah, ah
Young Skai, fuck these niggas talking 'bout?
What?
Hey, smoking on that yeah yeah, I told brody
"Pass that fire" (Fire)
I been through the wire, behind bars
Behind them wires (Wires)
So much bands up on me, I don't work
Think I retired ('Tired)
That shawty, she look good
She a pretty lil' liar (Liar)
Hop up out the car when I spin
Your block and I burn my tires (Skrrt)
Vlone be my attire, I don't get tired
Up like a mayan
Hey, got three exes like tic tac-toe
All of my bands in the safe stuffed closed
All this, we go home, change clothes
I'ma sip drink 'til my eyes shut close
My cup red just like rose (Rose)
You can't wrote how I wrote (Wrote)
Look at these chains, hey I glow
(Hey, I glow, huh)
Ooh, oh-three, oh-three
Slatt, slatt, slatt, blatt (Skaiwater)
Slatt, yeah (Bitch)
Ayy, I been going through it
through the wire (Slatt)
Shawty fire like a ball of fire
Bitch on games like a fucking umpire
Mama told me
"Stay away from pretty little liars"
I been going through it, through the wire
Ayy, shawty fire like a ball of fire
Bitch on games like a fucking umpire
Mama told me
"Stay away from pretty little liars"
Yeah, what now? Ayy (yeah)
Niggas pissed off, I left the background
Yuh, my sound, ayy, niggas fuckin' thieves
Stole my sound
Wait, you ain't got no sauce (Ayy)
You was sippin' smart, ayy (Slatt)
I was sippin' Voss, ayy back when I was 8
(yeah) , that's when I wanted Bape, ayy
All you niggas late, ayy
Ride the fucking wave
New Patek on my wrist, new Alex on my shit
(yeah)
Tch, fuck it, it's that fashion talk, ayy
Tch, they didn't even get back to it
(Gang, gang, gang)
Yeah (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
I am the one and only
She still call me up she lonely
Rollie-pollie rollin' down the hill (yeah)
He was mad, left in his feels
Ayy, I been going through it
Through the wire (Wire)
Shawty fire like a ball of fire
Bitch on games like a fucking umpire
Mama told me
"Stay away from pretty little liars"
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I been going through it, through the wire
Ayy, shawty fire like a ball of fire
Bitch on games like a fucking umpire
Mama told me
"Stay away from pretty little liars"
Bye slatt, slatt, slatt
Yeah, ah
Young Skai, fuck these niggas talking 'bout?
What?
Hey, smoking on that yeah yeah, I told brody
"Pass that fire" (Fire)
I been through the wire, behind bars
Behind them wires (Wires)
So much bands up on me, I don't work
Think I retired ('Tired)
That shawty, she look good
She a pretty lil' liar (Liar)
Hop up out the car when I spin
Your block and I burn my tires (Skrrt)
Vlone be my attire, I don't get tired
Up like a mayan
Hey, got three exes like tic tac-toe
All of my bands in the safe stuffed closed
All this, we go home, change clothes
I'ma sip drink 'til my eyes shut close
My cup red just like rose (Rose)
You can't wrote how I wrote (Wrote)
Look at these chains, hey I glow
(Hey, I glow, huh)
Ooh, oh-three, oh-three