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dci - lyin ! lyrics

[intro: dci.]
yeah
uh
i can’t lie
they keep lyin’

[hook: dci.]
you ain’t got guap you lyin’
you ain’t like me you tryin’
glock too hard it rise
she off a x pill, i’m off a, uh +sniff+ line
she f+ck with my voice, yeah
she f+ck how i talk with my accent
she f+ck with my drip, yuh
number9 jeans with the racks in it

[verse 1: dci.]
uk b+tch break her back, innit
bro you in your prime but u got a limit
getting way too high sh+t got me spinnin’
just close them lights, oh wait, just dim it
i’m tryna’ see how i’m f+ckin’ these women
she ride my d+ck that b+tch really be driven
she got some ass but thats really a given
she a smart b+tch, she made good decisions
she want me to lay off them percs i ain’t listen
testing your luck bro don’t be so ambitious
drone got a tec and he be so vicious
he scorin’ on pints, we know where the tris is
put his lil’ ass in the past, prelude
the glock like “bleh+bleh+bleh!”
i keep on laughing, feeling like b. lou
cause’ i’m too high, high, high!
[hook: dci.]
you ain’t got guap you lyin’
you ain’t like me you tryin’
glock too hard it rise
she off a x pill, i’m off a, uh +sniff+ line
she f+ck with my voice, yeah
she f+ck how i talk with my accent
she f+ck with my drip, yuh
number9 jeans with the racks in it

[verse 2: d+mn drone]
you ain’t got bands you lying
lil’ n+gga so broke put his ass in some rice
shoutout to kan, the 30 just took me to heaven
yeah, you know that i’m flying
she digging my swag
she loving my nose ring
bad lil’ shawty and she came from beijing
f+ck her too good, gotta’ replace the box spring
i’m a god to these n+ggas and that’s why they worshipping
xd make a n+gga choke
ha!
like he swallowed some cinnamon
yeah my n+ggas be scamming and they not good citizens
they gunna’ pull up and shoot like the bucks
ha!
shoutout giannis and middleton
we upping the score and we do it again
blehh!
yeah we serving them pints of that kris
my plug is brazilian
no we not sipping on tris, yeah
and my chopper gon’ spit, yeah
if we up on his block then you know we gon’ spin, yeah
me and dci. right up in saks, yeah, we dropping some bands, yeah
[hook: dci.]
you ain’t got guap you lyin’
you ain’t like me you tryin’
glock too hard it rise
she off a x pill, i’m off a, uh +sniff+ line
she f+ck with my voice, yeah
she f+ck how i talk with my accent
she f+ck with my drip, yuh
number9 jeans with the racks in it

[outro: dci.]
you ain’t got guap you lyin’
you ain’t like me you tryin’
glock too hard it rise
she off a x pill, i’m off a, uh +sniff+ line
she f+ck with my voice, yeah
she f+ck how i talk with my accent

- dci lyrics

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