Twitter Lies
(专辑: Run Up Or Shut Up - 2010)
Why is my timeline filled with all of these shenanigans This is my year we taking over, this is it If you dont get out of here with your michael jackson ass Balling out of control Dont you live at your moms house Wheres your car at Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie [x4] You all virtual living twitter lying bootsy rappers Up in internet build talking shit see yall some actors Talk so much you leave me baffled I
know me and I
will blast them If you catch them out in traffic Bet a
stack that they won't act up Im a
little ass chick with some really big goons And I
hustle all day while you watching cartoons Talk shit but dont assume that we all living like you Cause I
will walk it like I
talk it Try my ass and see the
proof Im this and im that but most of all I
am a
problem And im killing game so I
suggest you pick a
[?] Cause talking often but you dont see the
logic Youre lying to yourself and half of yall is twitter bobbing Wake up Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie [x4] I
know you internet talk behind your keyboard kind of thugs I
live the
life that you type about dumbfuck Mufuckas lie about they dick to seem cooler And bitches lie about the
niggas that ran through her Ow, you ain't got to lie Craig I
see you at the
club doing shit that I
did And to tell the
truth you ain't shit behind the
booth And your CD will never be hot, it's fireproof So you see me, I'm the
opposite I
am what you're copying It's called the
foodchain, daddy, I
am at the
top of it I
spit real talk, you ain't got shit on me I
guess if you disagree you'll Twitter me, biatch I
am currently wrecking the
mic Currently, uh, Twitter lies I
got these big face hundreds, watch these bastards grow Got you putos loco, I'm international My money machine go, it's not moving slow Shoving money down your throat like the
Kardashian show I
smell like money and the
scent gon linger Where did they find this astounding singer Stingray boots, toetip with the
stinger Cash rules everything around me, blinger Cocaine suit, puro white on white Got the
black on black slack, pinche Michael Nye I'm attracting all the
hoes even psycho dykes I'm like yeah yeah good times, dynomite Money money money type of shit you ain't used to My money sitting tall like a
child on a
booster Hey, la lechusa, hey, la lechusa Tell TV johnny need a
iced out rooster My mommas had enough, [?] like technology Me on the
other hand I
study numerology Sun, stars, and moons align Chingo be that toaster guy Getting bread like I'm Dubai Making money multiply Hood chick she drink Big Red and eat Cheetos Take her to my ranch, put mecos on her freckles Hypnotic and she wanna sit but Johnny it was on the
tip Exotic straight up out the
zip You lying man you tell em Women lie, men lie, politicians lie Chingo never lies, super fly pinche dynomite like the
guy from the
good times Yeah you know I
got good lines Grind be on full time Chine, chi-chi chang chang Damn your vieja is really out of line She took of her chones and it smell like pork rinds Ha ha, hahaha, hahaha, ha Put a
hundred down your throat like haha, ha ha We laugh at your Twitter lies puto