rodneyy - all lies lyrics
[intro]
yeah, yeah
[chorus]
designer my jacket, designer my crotch
i’m wearing a rolex, he wearing a swatch
i hit the fake booty, don’t care if it’s botched
run down wit’ them sticks in ya crib like the swat
i’m sippin’ codeine, she sipping a shot
she shaking that ass, put a dub on her tw+t
collections of sticks like i’m still playing cod
she can’t handle the lean, it’s making her nod
i’m off a the bean, it make me alive
they play wit’ my green, somebody gon’ die
i step on the scene, i’m catching they eye
these n+ggas be fake and i’m catching the lies
[verse 1]
i stack it up like i’m in math class
i got a new b+tch and she is a badass
120 on the freeway got no fast pass
i smoke my own blunt, don’t do no puff puff, pass pass
[verse 2]
triple cross the plug like my name tjass
say she slow to get in bed with you but she f+ck me fast
i hop in a ‘rari, i’m doing the dash
if it’s not ’bout the cash then kiss my ass
i never paid attention in no class
after they taught me how to count a bag
real right solo, don’t need no rag
’08 dad had the brand new jag
tan p80 wit a thirty round mag
gave the whole block run+in like we playin’ tag
two cups of codeine, they sit in my lap
she touching the jeans, she touching the strap
me and li leek off the beans, we booted no cap
how you talk greasy to me, you don’t got no strap
[verse 3]
she love me, she hate me
one day she don’t call, one day she my baby
told her, “you can’t save me”
too late, i’m off these drugs, i’m crazy
told ’em, “you don’t want war”
shooting like a court
i got codeine in my pores
zaza, why i snore
i buy drip inside the store, then i buy some more
got a b+tch from jersey shore, suck it like a dirty wh0re
[chorus]
designer my jacket, designer my crotch
i’m wearing a rolex, he wearing a swatch
i hit the fake booty, don’t care if it’s botched
run down wit’ them sticks in ya crib like the swat
i’m sippin’ codeine, she sipping a shot
she shaking that ass, put a dub on her tw+t
collections of sticks like i’m still playing cod
she can’t handle the lean, it’s making her nod
i’m off a the bean, it make me alive
they play wit’ my green, somebody gon’ die
i step on the scene, i’m catching they eye
these n+ggas be fake and i’m catching the lies
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