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Women Lie, Men Lie Lyrics - Artist : Yo Gotti
Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (Lie, lie)
Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Heh! I'm Yo Gotti!) Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Young Money!) Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (Uh-huh! Damn!) Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Hey all I see is notes. Yeah/Yeah!) Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (16, 16.5, 17, 18) Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Them-them numbers don't lie!) Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (Them-them numbers don't lie!) (Hey, Chris) Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Them num-them num-them numbers don't lie!) (You'll need the money machine for this one) Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (Don't lie, don't lie!) Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Don't lie!) Ay, step up in the party and them bad bitches be on me I be sipping on Patron when I'm jumping out Ferrari's I be rocking Gucci, sometimes Louis, I'm retarded And the rims by Asanti, but the shades by Bulgari Hand on my scrap, I got my mind on my money Plus if my mind on dine, he ain't taking nothing from me Headed on this choppa tool, headed on this choppa tool Got headed on a hundered round cause that's how much the choppa shoot Ball-balling is my hobby, counting hundreds, going shopping And a 5 star wit me and I met her in the lobby Took her to the room, she hit me with that line Said she ain't that type of girl, so I told her stop lyin' Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (It's all there) Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Them-them numbers don't lie!) Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (Them-them numbers don't lie!) Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Them num-them num-them numbers don't lie!) Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (Don't lie, don't lie!) (Young Money) Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Don't lie!) (Yeah!) Okay, I ain't gotta lie, cross my heart, hope to die Them numbers don't lie, G5 over sky I fucked her pussy good, make her cry if I tried But I'm tired of being sick, and I'm sick of being tired Tired of these niggas, and tired of these bitches And shit, let them lie, long as they ain't snitching And men lie about women and shit Women lie about plenty (Women lie, men lie) And they ain't lying on me I'm in the bed with two fine bitches lying on me So that would make three, and numbers don't lie And money don't lie, and neither do I, bitch! Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (Cause I'm the truth) Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Yeah) Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (Now what are you? Haha!) Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Them-them numbers don't lie!) (Haha!) Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (Them-them numbers don't lie!) Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Them num-them num-them numbers don't lie!) Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (Don't lie, don't lie!) Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Don't lie!) I'm tryna count to a billion My bitch, Brazilian Hop in that Lamb', push the button, lose the ceiling Sun out, no rain drops, posting the same spot Right here in North, North Memphis where I came from Hundred on the neck, I ain't never had shit That the streets gave me family, Barry White cut the check Ain't no secret in the streets, niggas know I got neck Got the swagger through the roof, I was born just to flex Zip code on my wrist, phone number in the bank In my ten 'til six with my 305 paint I got my 3-5-7 and my 501's In a Lear 55 wit my Air Force Ones No lie! Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Aye, it's your boy, Yo Gotti!) Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie Say what you want, but the pockets don't lie |
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