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letra de lie 2 kick it - bricc baby

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[verse 1: ty dolla $ign]
you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
nah you ain’t gotta lie to kick
in the club with a padded bra
y’all some little titty lyin’ b-tches
d-mn, hundred dollars on that green dot
spraypainted on them red bottoms
old -ss louis bag
that ain’t a purse, that’s a computer bag
fraud b-tch with a fraud n-gg-
in line for them js at the mall n-gg-
ridin’ ’round with no petrol
how you make that iphone on metro
where you get a louis belt made in mexico?
twitter hashtag, #b-tchyoureallybroke
now all these b-tches gotta book a nympho
don’t act, don’t sing, don’t model

[hook: ty dolla $ign]
you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
nah you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
you’s a real b-tch or real n-gg-
then you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
nah you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
fake n-gg-s and fake b-tches
tell ’em you ain’t gotta lie to kick it

[verse 2: kid ink]
you ain’t gotta lie though
you know i got a thing for mulattos
just follow the car with the forgiatos
b-tch i only give my number to the lotto
i ain’t got no time for the model sh-t
so promiscuous, nelly furtado
just tryna have a little fun, don’t miss out
one more shot better bring the real b-tch out
i don’t really care about your history
nah you ain’t gotta act like a mystery
i’m the real, tell a fake n-gg- miss me
burn rubber on them n-gg-s like penske
lyin’ ’bout your life that i’m living, simply
woke up in a dream with two b-tches tryna pinch me
i just get between ’em like parenthesis
put ’em out their misery, parental advisory
n-gg- please

[hook: ty dolla $ign]
you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
nah you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
you’s a real b-tch or real n-gg-
then you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
nah you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
fake n-gg-s and fake b-tches
tell ’em you ain’t gotta lie to kick it

[verse 3: bricc baby]
you ain’t gotta like to kick it
fake -ss, fake titties, yeah i’m f-ckin’ with you
oh you beyoncé? now you independent?
but you sold your food stamps for some gucci slippers
b-tch stop lyin’, make your -ss shake
if you a stripper, be a stripper for the bands’ sake
now she runnin’ ’round town with my band, mane
bandcamp, bat gang, yeah them bands straight
boy you know you lyin’, you ain’t k!lled n-body
you rockin’ fake trues, fake gucci and versace
yeah you lil scr-ppy, you don’t want the problems
i’m a crip, no father, we can get it poppin’

[hook: ty dolla $ign]
you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
nah you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
you’s a real b-tch or real n-gg-
then you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
nah you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
fake n-gg-s and fake b-tches
tell ’em you ain’t gotta lie to kick it

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