True Lies (feat. Babyface Ray, Styles P & 03 Greedo) - Curren$y/Harry Fraud.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : David R. Styles/Jason Jamal Jackson/Marcellus Rayvon Register/Rory William Quigley/Shante Scott Franklin
[00:02.681]Yeah
[00:05.549]Huh
[00:08.400]Eastside
[00:09.500](La música de Harry Fraud)
[00:10.000](Yeah, yeah)
[00:11.150]False-bottom suitcases, true lies from new faces
[00:14.150]Can't be in two places, but sometimes I do, baby
[00:17.000]This is what I do, crazy, too much for you, maybe
[00:19.951]I gots to move 'fore anybody else do
[00:22.699]I gotta take it seriously, but I gotta play it cool
[00:25.399]Like always, this ain't nothin' new to me
[00:28.300]This a Sunday in the breeze, rag Chevy on D's
[00:31.699]Ice in my veins, but my Rollie plain jane
[00:34.500]B*****s know my name, know my cars, know my chain
[00:37.500]Underground millionaires, really havin' change
[00:40.250]And never gotta split it with no mother****in' suckers, man
[00:43.500]My, yeah, GLS two-tone, glizzy with crouton
[00:48.899]Shit wicked, my young **** crash out 'bout nothing
[00:51.701]Mowalola on the butters, jump out in a puddle
[00:54.700]Get my hands dirty 'cause you know I came from the gutter
[00:57.636]I ain't sorry 'bout nothin', b***h, I ain't Ruben Studdard
[01:01.049]Unapologetic, ****, hate it or love it
[01:03.920]They love my style, I done came from nothing
[01:06.349]I got on, did the same for my brothers, I ain't changin' 'bout money
[01:10.000]UGK like Pimp C and Bun B
[01:12.599]Trill ****, ninety-nine problems, but it's one of me
[01:15.549]Put me with Kardashians, I'll be ****in' one at least
[01:18.400]Put me in a time machine and I'll be ****in' Mona Lisa
[01:21.299]Supercharged, long wheelbase, it got all the features
[01:24.250]Doctor diagnosed me with ballin', I got alopecia
[01:27.500]Ain't no neighbor-speaker, all this space, my location decent
[01:31.000]In front the driveway, it look like some bosses meeting
[01:33.200]It could be a true lie, it could be a false truth
[01:36.049]Know the price I paid, never ask what it cost you (Uh)
[01:39.000]False-bottom suitcase, Rollie in the Porsche too
[01:41.900]This the fast life, watch out, it can exhaust you (Watch out)
[01:44.849]If it ain't a party or a show, it's a walkthrough
[01:47.700]Got a couple spots, I'm allergic to the courtroom (I'm allergic)
[01:50.700]Ex-dopeboy, so I'm good up in the boardroom
[01:53.549]Ink the deal, get the money, pull up to the floor soon (Let's go)
[01:56.450]Speakin' on the dealership, snatch another foreign up
[01:59.485]Hustle's in my blood, yeah, mama was a foreigner
[02:02.384]Raised in the trenches, so I guess that was the forming of
[02:05.200]Make me love plants, touch green like a gardener
[02:08.199]I'm just tryna jet set, pull up where it's warm enough (They know)
[02:11.120]Lift a second 'shroom like the first wasn't strong enough (Ah)
[02:14.099]Now I'm in two places, Heaven and the Earth
[02:16.849]Spitta and the Ghost, **** better get to work
[02:19.750]False-bottom suitcases off by them Goose cases
[02:22.300]Diamonds hittin' different colors like the Marvel Bape shoelaces
[02:25.199]Spitta told me don't stop 'til I'm mother****in' penthouse living
[02:29.349]Lookin' down on my city, so I get it
[02:31.500]You know this that hotbox, '06, three hoes in the bucket with
[02:35.109]Now I'm on the same song with Spitta, this the bucket list
[02:38.048]Aston Martin paid for back-to-back, bucket list
[02:40.949]Player, you could only disrespect me with a cup of Tris
[02:43.750]Skaters and the trappers was the only one I'm ****in' with
[02:46.748]Datin' me, b*****s on my stage, I'm on some Mustard shit
[02:49.654]Underground millionaire at shelters, must be tummin' b*****s
[02:52.539]Turn up and then turn down, have you ever had sex and **** her different?
[02:55.199]Real roadrunner, made it through the storm
[02:56.650]Oklahoma, I'ma shoot with form
[02:58.449]Dangerous, let these b*****s go
[02:59.973]I ain't got to fit the role
[03:00.949]She been huntin' for a trapper, then I told her I'm a smooch-ador
[03:03.930]Pay the price just for a bag to shoot his mask up like a luchador
[03:06.099]Huh, false-bottom suitcases, true lies in new faces
[03:09.599]Can't be in two places, but sometimes I do, baby
[03:12.449]This is what I do, crazy, too much for you, maybe
[03:15.400]I gots to move 'fore anybody else do
[03:17.949]I gotta take it serious, but I gotta play it cool
[03:20.949]Like always, this ain't nothin' to me
[03:23.099]This a Sunday in the breeze, rag Chevy on D's
[03:26.400]Ice in my veins and my Rollie plain jane
[03:29.292]B*****s know my name, know my cars, know my chain
[03:32.199]Underground millionaires, really havin' change
[03:35.449]And we ain't gotta split it with no mother****in' suckers, man
[03:39.550]That's y'all plan
[03:41.948]Huh?

文本歌词

作曲 : David R. Styles/Jason Jamal Jackson/Marcellus Rayvon Register/Rory William Quigley/Shante Scott Franklin
Yeah
Huh
Eastside
(La música de Harry Fraud)
(Yeah, yeah)
False-bottom suitcases, true lies from new faces
Can't be in two places, but sometimes I do, baby
This is what I do, crazy, too much for you, maybe
I gots to move 'fore anybody else do
I gotta take it seriously, but I gotta play it cool
Like always, this ain't nothin' new to me
This a Sunday in the breeze, rag Chevy on D's
Ice in my veins, but my Rollie plain jane
B*****s know my name, know my cars, know my chain
Underground millionaires, really havin' change
And never gotta split it with no mother****in' suckers, man
My, yeah, GLS two-tone, glizzy with crouton
Shit wicked, my young **** crash out 'bout nothing
Mowalola on the butters, jump out in a puddle
Get my hands dirty 'cause you know I came from the gutter
I ain't sorry 'bout nothin', b***h, I ain't Ruben Studdard
Unapologetic, ****, hate it or love it
They love my style, I done came from nothing
I got on, did the same for my brothers, I ain't changin' 'bout money
UGK like Pimp C and Bun B
Trill ****, ninety-nine problems, but it's one of me
Put me with Kardashians, I'll be ****in' one at least
Put me in a time machine and I'll be ****in' Mona Lisa
Supercharged, long wheelbase, it got all the features
Doctor diagnosed me with ballin', I got alopecia
Ain't no neighbor-speaker, all this space, my location decent
In front the driveway, it look like some bosses meeting
It could be a true lie, it could be a false truth
Know the price I paid, never ask what it cost you (Uh)
False-bottom suitcase, Rollie in the Porsche too
This the fast life, watch out, it can exhaust you (Watch out)
If it ain't a party or a show, it's a walkthrough
Got a couple spots, I'm allergic to the courtroom (I'm allergic)
Ex-dopeboy, so I'm good up in the boardroom
Ink the deal, get the money, pull up to the floor soon (Let's go)
Speakin' on the dealership, snatch another foreign up
Hustle's in my blood, yeah, mama was a foreigner
Raised in the trenches, so I guess that was the forming of
Make me love plants, touch green like a gardener
I'm just tryna jet set, pull up where it's warm enough (They know)
Lift a second 'shroom like the first wasn't strong enough (Ah)
Now I'm in two places, Heaven and the Earth
Spitta and the Ghost, **** better get to work
False-bottom suitcases off by them Goose cases
Diamonds hittin' different colors like the Marvel Bape shoelaces
Spitta told me don't stop 'til I'm mother****in' penthouse living
Lookin' down on my city, so I get it
You know this that hotbox, '06, three hoes in the bucket with
Now I'm on the same song with Spitta, this the bucket list
Aston Martin paid for back-to-back, bucket list
Player, you could only disrespect me with a cup of Tris
Skaters and the trappers was the only one I'm ****in' with
Datin' me, b*****s on my stage, I'm on some Mustard shit
Underground millionaire at shelters, must be tummin' b*****s
Turn up and then turn down, have you ever had sex and **** her different?
Real roadrunner, made it through the storm
Oklahoma, I'ma shoot with form
Dangerous, let these b*****s go
I ain't got to fit the role
She been huntin' for a trapper, then I told her I'm a smooch-ador
Pay the price just for a bag to shoot his mask up like a luchador
Huh, false-bottom suitcases, true lies in new faces
Can't be in two places, but sometimes I do, baby
This is what I do, crazy, too much for you, maybe
I gots to move 'fore anybody else do
I gotta take it serious, but I gotta play it cool
Like always, this ain't nothin' to me
This a Sunday in the breeze, rag Chevy on D's
Ice in my veins and my Rollie plain jane
B*****s know my name, know my cars, know my chain
Underground millionaires, really havin' change
And we ain't gotta split it with no mother****in' suckers, man
That's y'all plan
Huh?