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hoodybaby - think i'm lyin lyrics

[intro: lil wayne]
drop that c0ke in that hot water
and tell that b-tch to hold her nose
her name tunechi b-tch
first name tunechi, last name b-tch
it ain’t no b-tch, b-tch
but it’s tunechi b-tch
and right now, i’m here checkin’ in for the mothaf-ckin’ appreciation
who the f-ck is stevie j?
if you don’t know by now, you mothaf-ckas stupid, n-gga
f-ck wrong with you?
liv on sundays
and money every mothaf-ckin’ day, n-gga

[hook: hood]
man i’m richer than a b-tch, ho, you must think i’m lyin’
wake up, gotta get dough, you must think i’m lyin’
got my jeweler f-ckin’ with me heavy, you must think i’m lyin’
you ‘on’t want it, you ain’t really ready, you must think i’m lyin’
man i’m richer than a b-tch, ho, you must think i’m lyin’
wake up, gotta get dough, you must think i’m lyin’
got my jeweler f-ckin’ with me heavy, you must think i’m lyin’
you ‘on’t want it, you ain’t really ready, you must think i’m lyin’

[verse 1: hood]
big homie droppin’ off the torch, i’m smokin’ out the porsche
real life, street n-gga, made a million off the court
i don’t even f-ckin’ hoop, i can really run and shoot
ho you know i give and go, i can really duck and move
homie call pusha t, ask him what’s the bookin’ fee
i don’t need a f-ckin’ show, hit my kitchen, cook a ki
she say “thank you”, i say “please, all this c0ke, you still want cheese?”
all that dope stuck in your nose, and you still gon’ charge a g?
ho you know it’s so hb, we got the game like kbc
gave the profit to my mom, i’ve been bumpin’ tracy t
i’ve been leanin’, i’ve been fienin’, i’ve been prayin’ for my demons
you must think i’m lyin’, i spent a hundred thou this evenin’

[verse 2: lil wayne]
i got some n-ggas in this b-tch that got some n-ggas in this b-tch
mean muggin’ like we suckin’ on a lemon in this b-tch
i’ma ball even if i fail my physical and sh-t
and i’m all about my digits, goin’ digital and sh-t
jumpin’ on the couch until i’m short winded in this b-tch
don’t judge a book by it’s cover, start skimming at you, b-tch
where my n-ggas that be poppin’ them prescriptions? you ain’t sick
where my b-tches that be f-ckin’ for that money? you ain’t sh-t
and yo b-tch don’t make no tips, and that sip don’t make me itch
my b-tch always think i’m lyin’, i said i don’t, she said “since when?”
i’m a dog like rin tin tin, f-ck y’all n-ggas, y’all some hoes
don’t trust y’all n-ggas, talk in code, don’t walk, i stroll, don’t walk, i drove
so park my rolls, don’t spark, i glow, avoid my woes, i brought my bros
but that nina always workin’, cause i can’t f-ck with the part-time hoes
my b-tch p-ssy multipurposes, cause it take d-ck and hold my dope
drop that c0ke in that hot water and tell that b-tch to hold her nose

[verse 3: tyga]
10 mil’ just last year, you must think i’m lyin’, ho
i make cash, don’t break even, i overlap your payroll
straight to the point like bledsoe, f-ck that, i take the foul
settle out, no time for trial, my lawyer’s with me, better call saul
first round draft pick, my lifestyle need a contract
i’m bo jack in egypt, that wraith smell like reefer
who that, n-gga? i beat them, like redman, i’ll be dat
187, no drill team, get drill bit
i pull up my sh-t to these n-ggas and flaunt, i’m the n-gga she want
i got all the sh-t that she want, t-raw her boss, trell got a mil in a vault
i’m just bein’ honest, oh you must think i’m lyin’
i’m not just an owner, baby, i’m also a client

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