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lil durk - i can’t lie lyrics

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[intro]
(touchoftrent be wildin’ with it)

[verse 1]
count a million dollars cash, that sh+t fun still
see a n+gga that you love die, call it blood tears
even tho i made it out, got n+ggas that i love still
left some money ‘round his ass to make sure that that love real
i don’t wanna be ‘round body guards, i got my shooter
never text my phone about them goofies, n+gga do some

[verse 2]
every time he up a chain i tell em tag his jeweler
if he pop outside at 1am, we pop out two some (uh)
i grab the umbrella out the cullinan for the rain drops
like i be tripping, i think thеse percs gon make my pain stop
i feel so goofy whеn i be cashing out my main thot
i just be starting sh+t, we f+cked up all our main opps
it’s summer time, don’t lack, just keep your pole on you
and if you feel to do a drill, don’t keep your phone on you

i can’t lie, put that main n+gga in my blunt and i get high
i can’t lie, ion be in my feelings about it, i can’t cry
i’m die y, i can’t cap, gotta keep guns, i can’t lack
from the raq, see lil boona, he don’t rap, he just blast
not a act, for that check, he gon pull up and spazz
matter fact, he was talking out his neck now he dead
i told my po do what he do ‘cause ima thug n+gga
lil v don’t wanna leave the streets ‘cause he a hood n+gga
for that bag, he gon slime you like a blood n+gga
act like he act like then he rob you, you a f+ck n+gga
ever since they k!lled my cousin, i can never give a f+ck
i just gave my shorties dubs, they gon come and wet em up
got some b+tches that i love that’ll come and set you up
i be showing these n+ggas love but that sh+t ain’t adding up
i gave you guns n+gga (you actin like he mad at us)
i showed you love n+gga (actin like he mad at us)
i payed your bond n+gga (he actin like he mad at us)
said you a good n+gga (he actin like he mad at us)
shout out v lord
watch out for the n+ggas k!lling keyboards
n+ggas give me police vibes, i gotta see through it
they gave a bond to number nine, i had to reach for it, reach for it
i’m switching these lanes, i’m rocking these chains, i’m f+cking these models
ain’t no lame, not saying his name, i’m f+cking his momma
ninety nine percent of lames don’t want these problems

ain’t no point of carrying roogas, want them choppas (want them choppas)
up your pipe and c+ck it back, that b+tch go blaka (b+tch go blah)
hard in the paint on oppas like i’m waka (waka flaka)
i done ran out of pills, i need a doctor (need a doctor)
she done spent my music up, but the b+tch from over la



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