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letra de i can't lie (slowed down) - french montana, kodak black & london on da track

[intro: kodak black & french montana]
yeah, yeah, ayy, kodak
you know what it is
when you hear that “haan”
yeah
i’m in london, got my beat from london

[chorus: kodak black]
i can’t lie, i turned my mama house to a museum
i’m slidin’ in a bm, put my bm in a bm
i can’t lie, so much b-tches, i need a new [?]
ayy, i’m too appealin’, yeah, all my n-ggas zion (yeah)
i can’t lie, sniper gang, i put you on a stretcher
swear to god, the truth don’t need no lie detector
i can’t lie, i swear to god, i’m on a whole new level
i can’t lie, i spent like half a ticket on the bezzel

[verse 1: kodak black]
through my mama on the golf course, caught a fish in the crib
free the n-gga to thе ceilin’, i’m in too deep, like david
with my codeinе, i pop a seal, like on the real, i’m in the field
on the real, i’m tryna k!ll, like on the real, i stacked a mill’
i can’t even lie, i’m so fly, that’s why they call me bill
my n-gga lost a trial, but he ’bout to come home on a pill
i’m feelin’ like i’m kunta kinte, ’cause we gon’ do slavery still
i can’t lie, i’m israel, i can’t lie, this sh-t real
i can’t [?] israel, yeah, i’m on that jewish sh-t
got on all this louis, now is not the time to shoot a b-tch
i can’t even sneeze in public, they might try to sue a b-tch
i’m slidin’ in that orange-colored, but i ain’t on no fruity sh-t
[chorus: kodak black]
i can’t lie, i turned my mama house to a museum
i’m slidin’ in a bm, put my bm in a bm
i can’t lie, so much b-tches, i need a new [?]
ayy, i’m too appealin’, yeah, all my n-ggas zion (yeah)
i can’t lie, sniper gang, i put you on a stretcher
swear to god, the truth don’t need no lie detector
i can’t lie, i swear to god, i’m on a whole new level
i can’t lie, i spent like half a ticket on the bezzel

[verse 2: french montana]
copped my auntie a crib, i copped a new bugatti
man, these hoes ain’t safe, i’m on my irv gotti (woo)
i can’t lie, i’ve been ridin’ with that fire (bah-bah-bah)
i’ve been gettin’ fried since the seven-five, when max lost the trial (wavy)
if she did you dirty once, she gon’ do it twice (twice)
my dawg popped a fake perc’, man, he lost his life
i can’t lie, turned my mother crib a colosseum
still do it for chinx, ’til the day that i’ma see him
told my b-tch “you the one”, got these hoes on my auction
rather be talked about than me doin’ all the talkin’
same n-gga shot me up, they never found the body
i can’t lie, i’m so fly, that’s why they call me holly

- french montana kodak black london on da track

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