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Malcolm Carlisle
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Lyrics
(If I told you that I love you, I'd be lyin' to you)
(I know you won't bein' lyin' to you, so keep it real)
(I gotta keep it real, that don't mean)
(I came back here runnin')
(On God)
If I told you that I love you, I'd be lyin' to you (I'd be lyin' to you)
He can't get up, get no money, ain't put it mind to it (put it mind to it)
I'm fuckin' AKA Ho, line sisters (on God)
Thousand dollars on my shade, got me blind to it
I be walkin' with that stick just like a blind man (like a blind man)
OG bag got me up like I'm on Vyvanne (yeah)
And they know I keep a sack like I'm a lineman (like I'm a lineman)
You don't wanna do no better, I can't be around you
Old, petty-ass ****, you can't come around me (fuck you)
I'm in love with this Glock, can't leave the house without it (on God)
Know a **** caught a body, and he kept it solid (he kept it solid)
A **** bitch suckin' my dick, I told her, keep it sloppy (yeah)
I know some old heads on the south, them **** keep some molly (they keep some molly)
I let my young bitch catch a play, I told her, keep the profit (I told her keep it)
Bought a 2023, slanted, cross the driveway (slanted, cross the driveway)
What the fuck that **** do in the neighbors lookin' sideways (lookin' sideways)
If I told you that I love you, I'd be lyin' to you (I'd be lyin' to you)
He can't get up, get no money, ain't put it mind to it (put it mind to it)
I'm fuckin' AKA Ho, line sisters (on God)
Thousand dollars on my shade, got me blind to it (got me blind to it)
I be walkin' with that stick just like a blind man (like a blind man)
OG bag got me up like I'm on Vyvanne (got me up)
And they know I keep a sack like I'm a lineman (I keep a sack on)
You don't wanna do no better, I can't be around you (on God)
It was a fed takin' pictures, now it's paparazzi (whoo!)
****, tender 'bout that pussy, catch you, scratch you 'bout it (on God)
I ain't got nothin' to give, that's for everybody
They say my **** had got killed, and we ain't do nothin' about it (yeah)
Tell them **** come outside, 'cause we don't shoot up house it
Wassaname, ain't got nothin' to lose, he just want a thousand
Young and rich, you know I keep some ****, they gon' slide for me
Never know how I be feelin', they just see me smilin' (on God)
If I told you that I love you, I'd be lyin' to you (I'd be lyin' to you)
He can't get up, get no money, ain't put it mind to it (put it mind to it)
I'm fuckin' AKA Ho, line sisters (on God)
Thousand dollars on my shade, got me blind to it (got me blind to it)
I be walkin' with that stick just like a blind man (like a blind man)
OG bag got me up like I'm on Vyvanne (got me up)
And they know I keep a sack like I'm a lineman (I keep a sack on)
You don't wanna do no better, I can't be around you (on God)
Written by: Malcolm Carlisle