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Come on Lie to my face I don't wanna hear it no more Ok Ok V12 engine gon' roar Can't be in this race Walk in and they open the door Prada be all on the shades If you knew you was gon' leave then why would you say you gon' stay No you can't stop me from leavin' Lil baby you tweakin' please get out of my face Why she no caller id me Girl you carin' more when I leave but you don't when I stay Why she keep callin' my phone I said I don't got nothin' to say I'm keepin' it quiet She love when I'm arguing back so I kill her with silence SRT too fast Redeye new jet with a brand new pilot Told her bae I'm doin' me in this Trackhawk Jeep My mom said you wilin' You a star keep shinin' In this brand new coupe but I'm upping the mileage And she upping that molly And she feelin' her self got her hands on my body I don't need you I promise She looked in my eyes and said bae is we toxic She said it while smilin' I'm starting to think that she likin' the drama she totally need her own island Keep my mind on the bread and a brand new whip with a brand new bitch I'm stylin' I'm cool as f*ck on that bitch like it's zero degrees but I'm keepin that fye on me The hoes is gon' come with the money I need it like it was prescribed to me You look in my face said you love me you lied but that money won't lie to me I scratch that bitch off like the lottery I loved you but now I don't give two fucks honestly Walkin' into Saks Fifth said Prada me Yeah we slide in Mercedez vans now Man down green tip hit up top he not hollering I love how easy you lie to me I love how now i got voices inside of me I know you've done this before and you got no regrets but i left put that shit to the side of me She called said I miss you of course I said I gotta go I'm on tour Hung up now she blowin' my phone saying I hate that I'll always be yours But I know you never was mine and I'm fine with the way that you don't got remorse And now I'm not wasting my time with no bitch that couldn't give me just one ounce of support Masked up in this drill no ghost Bro said we got plenty mags left in stock on go Push up in a four door scat and this Kriss Vec the mag This the lo make the bitch go slow And how you gon' lie to my face if I asked you about it it's because I already know Like baby the f*ck is you talkin' 'bout Call me Lamar cuz dawg I'll bring that choppa out Lie to my face I don't wanna hear it no more Ok Ok V12 engine gon' roar Can't be in this race Walk in and they open the door Prada be all on the shades If you knew you was gon' leave then why would you say you gon' stay No you can't stop me from leavin' Lil baby you tweakin' please get out of my face Why she no caller id me Girl you carin' more when I leave but you don't when I stay Why she keep callin' my phone I said I don't got nothin' to say I'm keepin' it