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you lie - spikes ryder lyrics

(intro)
i aint here to play am badass ‘ b*tches are f*ckin sl!cker
when you down with sh*t to think i just drown with a bottle of liquor a mobster chewing on cigar
stop and breathe ‘fore you punge in deeper
like a criminal on deathrow am sick of this sleepers

(mk on the mix)

am here to play am badass ‘ b*tches are f*ckin sl!cker
when you down with sh*t to think i just drown with a bottle of liquor a mobster chewing on cigar
stop and breathe ‘fore you punge in deeper
like a criminal on deathrow am sick of this sleepers

(verse 1)

can we skip all this lying and scheming and come get it (krrrr)
i told the judge i’d sworn the next man to lie to me is gon get it (jah dat jam dat)
this is ma only rule in life the next to f*ck with is gon reget it (pa paa boom boom)
you say you got a glock n*gga where it (oh lord)
dont f*ck none of my n*ggas our reaction you wont forget it (forget it)
ofcoz i found out dont even sweat it (drr krrrr)
i said am done with all the lying and scheming (paa paa)
you n*ggas be lyin more than you breathing ( aye yeah aye)
you told me you was at whistler blackcomb with keisha skiing (smoke stick stone)
i saw you at chicago lazy bird later that evening (ayee ayee)
what was you doing man u was f*cking drinking (baa baa)
you said you beat corn out a dinga yet you couldn’t get back at mobsco for what he did to ur n*gga
when ever my music hits tune up the speaker
i aint here to play am bad but you b*tches are f*ckin sl!cker (wooo)
when am down with sh*t to think i just drown it with a bottle of liquor (ayyyeeaa)
ama mobster chewing on cigar ( god god)
stop and breathe right before you plunge in deeper
like a criminal on death now am sick of sleepers
bun your man pushing him deep in a frezer
(hook)
you lie ma friend
i saw*ed to men
you runnin again and again
you say you was high on a couple xan
but we both know you’ll o.d if you f*ck with my friend
when we shot up your block
we shot two men
you said you aint a snitch but fess up once treathened with the pen
you’re two outta ten
i done allota sh*t dont ask me when
ca’ obviously you still gat more to learn
you lie my friend
i shot your man
i done done alotta sh*t

(verse 2)
you k!ll rats ma friend why claim to do more than you can
am bad as f*ck the day the p*ssed me off is the day you ran outta luck (oouuooh)(yyyeeehhh)
i will hit you beat you load you at the back of ma truck (krrrr)
am way to real to f*ck with yall (yoo)
although they hurt and tried to break me down am standin tall
(i will break your head) i’ll be here when you call
(purchase your tracks today)
keep actin gangster you still remain a bum
if i pull up on all of your n*ggas then someone’s run
i cant quit cuzzin i’ll come f*ck your cou sin
wait hold up who trynna scare? [oh god]
this n*gga dont learn(facts) you cant pretend
i know you still at home watchin ben ten (ohh god)
i roll with real n*ggas we aint a pack we’re a den
when the f*ck will you learn you n*ggas dont do sh*t
came out the pen (turn me up)
i swear am a den
harder than ‘ n*ggas am out for revenge
f*ck you n*gga
(hook)

you lie ma friend
i saw to men (turn up turn up)
you runnin again and again (krr pa)
you say you high on a couple xan (krrr gbaw gbaw krrr gbaw)
but we both know you’ll o.d if you f*ck with my friend (krr gbaw)
when we shot up your block
we shot two men (krrr)
you said you aint a snitch but fess up once treathened with the pen (krrrpaw)
two outta ten
i done allota sh*t dont ask me when (woah baw)
ca’ obviously you still gat more to learn (yoaw)
you lie my friend (grrgbaw ?)
i shot your friend
i done done alotta sh*t (king king king )

- spikes ryder lyrics

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