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no lie - 26ar lyrics

[intro]
ayo eli, what the f*ck?!
a lau on the beat

[chorus]
keep a b*tch that match my fly
your mans want a verse, i’ma tax that guy
i cannot lack, no lie, i be with n*ggas that let that fly
heard he pillowing, talkin’ to b*tches, how can you trust that guy?
n*ggas pickin’ and chosin’ the rats, how can you let that slide?

[verse 1]
too drippy, i cannot cuff that, too mixxy
they move with me, ’cause everywhere i go i be too stichy, look
run it back up, in like a month i blew fifty, uh
run the racks up, breezy and boomer, match up
got n*ggas bigger mad, ar in a different bag
these n*ggas ain’t drippin’ right, i got a different swag
everyday pop a different tag, everyday i got different cash
they bring all they money out, that’s all that was in your stash?
opps write me in upper case, them n*ggas all cap
just in case gotta slide any block, i be drippin’ in all black
mask on ’cause they all rats, but them n*ggas all lack
i don’t sleep, i take all naps, boy i just did four flat

[bridge]
free the gang, they get hit with conspiracy
boy n0body seeing me lyrically
they can’t f*ck with me, mentally, physically
but they tag him if that n*gga mention me
g.i.p [?], they don’t know what you meant to me
i wonder if that sh*t was meant to be, why you speakin’ on sh*t that you lent to me?
swear to god my son gon’ be a better me
[chorus]
keep a b*tch that match my fly
your mans want a verse, i’ma tax that guy
i cannot lack, no lie, i be with n*ggas that let that fly
heard he pillowing, talkin’ to b*tches, how can you trust that guy?
n*ggas pickin’ and chosin’ the rats, how can you let that slide?

[verse 2]
we givin’ out all smoke, my opps all broke
them bullets be comin’ too fast, better not be a slow*poke
ten toes, i’ma be a stand up n*gga, but i’m not no joke
i got aim, but i’ll chase a n*gga down, just to see that sh*t up close
ar never been no cap, don’t got at least twenty in the crib, i’ma snap
don’t ask ’bout me speakin’ on dead n*ggas ’cause you know i ain’t taking it back
she ain’t f*ckin’, i leave her on read, she tryna be low, so she hit me on snap
i don’t know how much times i’m gon’ say this, i really get busy, i don’t just rap

- 26ar lyrics

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