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Artiste : G Herbo
Titre : White Lies
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, Fatt)

Hit the mic and rock my life, why would I lie? It´s nothin´ to hide

I might stretch the truth a bit to my lil´ bitch, but don´t we all?
Pull up white Lamb´ with a white bitch, on a white fit for my attire
You told white lies to the right guys so your lifestyle could look flyer
I could go and fuck a hundred bitches, I´ll still be missin´ you the next mornin´
´Cause it ain´t about the sex, I´m in love with the way that you yell
I ain´t step foot in my city, since I got rich, they don´t care nothin´ for me
I ain´t called none of my old bitches, they can´t call me, I changed my number

Yeah, my bro tried to slime me out and then blew my high ´cause I really had love

I know one day, I´m gon´ die, I´m prayin´ that all my opps die first
I know you got a new man, but I´m not payin´ to be put first
I know you think I be playin´, I gave you a chance and you still hurt me
I done been stuck in a few relationships, but I´m your first nigga
I really had to learn the longer that you stay, it´s harder to get rid of her
Seen for myself that money change these bitches and these niggas (Yeah, yeah)
Sometimes, I wonder how I´m still blessed and every day, I´m sent

Hit the mic and rock my life, why would I lie? It´s nothin´ to hide

I might stretch the truth a bit to my lil´ bitch, but don´t we all?
Pull up white Lamb´ with a white bitch, on a white fit for my attire
You told white lies to the right guys so your lifestyle could look flyer
I could go and fuck a hundred bitches, I´ll still be missin´ you the next mornin´
´Cause it ain´t about the sex, I´m in love with the way that you yell
I ain´t step foot in my city, since I got rich, they don´t care nothin´ for me
I ain´t called none of my old bitches, they can´t call me, I changed my number

I was outside really ´bout mine, from the Eastside to the Southside

With a thirty clip in my Glock 9, we was drenchin´ shit, no alkaline
Bet´ not cross that gun line, lot of niggas got outlined
Still be in the Raq´ rockin´ an M in diamonds, I´m not hard to find
One of the richest to come from my trenches, how many whips I copped? About nine
And my bitch so bad, every time she listen, I be like "´Bout time"
I was lit ten years ago, right now, I´m finally in my prime
If you eat this dick today, don´t play, I probably might spend a dime
Say you want affection in a major way, I swear to God, I´m tryin´
Bae, I ain´t have no love way back in the day ´cause I was comittin´ crimes

Still ridin´ ´round with killers, I seen a killer kill too many times
If I don´t go to the booth, I can´t even tell you how I feel inside

Hit the mic and rock my life, why would I lie? It´s nothin´ to hide
I might stretch the truth a bit to my lil´ bitch, but don´t we all?
Pull up white Lamb´ with a white bitch, on a white fit for my attire
You told white lies to the right guys so your lifestyle could look flyer
I could go and fuck a hundred bitches, I´ll still be missin´ you the next mornin´
´Cause it ain´t about the sex, I´m in love with the way that you yell

I ain´t step foot in my city, since I got rich, they don´t care nothin´ for me
I ain´t called none of my old bitches, they can´t call me, I changed my number