This hoe lying
This hoe treeshing
On my momma, got me
On my momma, got me
This hoe ly- Whoa!
This hoe lying, this hoe!
Tell me how you really feeling
This hoe lying
This hoe treeshing
On my momma
Got me tweaking
Ain't one nigga, it's bout three 'em
Buy this fabric, sow it, reap it
Why you faking?
On my Jesus
Man I'm done with all this weak shit
I tried to be respectful, found out how you really see it.
Said when she see me, she see me, huh
You're gon' see me on your TV, huh
Said you've been single three years but been with that man for four? (Huh)
I don't wanna be cool no more
I don't even wanna be cool no more
Shouldn't have let you in the studio
You ain't deserve all them sushi rolls
I wanna burn the bridge way down, hmm
I wanna burn the bridge way down, hmm
Used to commend the fake out (Blossom)
Knew the truth would come and break out
Ain't want me to put your name out, uh
Got me real good like that takeout, huh
Wicked witch of the west (Wicked witch of the west)
Wicked witch of the west (Wicked witch of the west)
Who's the third nigga you ain't bring to Moment's shoot?
Crazy the new shit I know 'bout you
You was talking 'bout me all the time, but ain't want me to have a convo 'bout you
You aint want your lies to collide
She said leave me 'lone, you denied
We was still talking, your truth a lie
Made it seem like you was confused
You was talking to a dude on side
Now you got my whole 'tude on dime
You tried to keep your hoes in line
You ain't want that shit you do online
It was love when your ride was broken down
Now it's fixed and you turned cold as ice
Helped you with your clothes,
Now I'm exposing you, it's folding time
I wouldn't throw shit in your face if you aint tell no lies to mine
Was 'bout to build that resume and help you with your 9-5
You're laid up with some man while telling me be patient,
In time you'll try to open up, you know you f*cked up, now you seen your lies arise
Like why you lying?
If you was player, you'd be honest 'bout it
If you was straight 'bout you and Benz
A nigga wouldn't be talking 'bout it
You f*cking with three men at once, that shit's what's got me fried about it
I said as long as ain't no other niggas, I would be nice about it
Lent shorty my car, now I'm real sick that you was riding round it
Bet you had that nigga in my shit, straight up just lying 'bout it
What you tell him? "Just your friend"?
I'm just in here dying 'bout it
Evil laugh, you got me pissed as hell, there ain't no crying 'bout it
If you was straight up, I would've helped you with no lines about it
Wouldn't give no signs about it, wouldn't put no hype around it
It would've stayed in closed doors, but now, girl, I'm outside about it
You thought you was player, now this whole tape, I got time about it
This hoe lying
This hoe treeshing
On my momma
Got me tweaking
Ain't one nigga, it's 'bout three em
Buy this fabric, sow it, reap it
Why you faking?
On my Jesus
Man I'm done with all that weak shit
I tried to be respectful, found out how you really feeling
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This hoe lying
This hoe treeshing
On my momma, got me
On my momma, got me
This hoe ly- Whoa!
This hoe lying, this hoe!
Tell me how you really feeling
This hoe lying
This hoe treeshing
On my momma
Got me tweaking
Ain't one nigga, it's bout three 'em
Buy this fabric, sow it, reap it
Why you faking?
On my Jesus
Man I'm done with all this weak shit
I tried to be respectful, found out how you really see it.
Said when she see me, she see me, huh
You're gon' see me on your TV, huh
Said you've been single three years but been with that man for four? (Huh)
I don't wanna be cool no more
I don't even wanna be cool no more
Shouldn't have let you in the studio
You ain't deserve all them sushi rolls
I wanna burn the bridge way down, hmm
I wanna burn the bridge way down, hmm
Used to commend the fake out (Blossom)
Knew the truth would come and break out
Ain't want me to put your name out, uh
Got me real good like that takeout, huh
Wicked witch of the west (Wicked witch of the west)
Wicked witch of the west (Wicked witch of the west)
Who's the third nigga you ain't bring to Moment's shoot?
Crazy the new shit I know 'bout you
You was talking 'bout me all the time, but ain't want me to have a convo 'bout you
You aint want your lies to collide
She said leave me 'lone, you denied
We was still talking, your truth a lie
Made it seem like you was confused
You was talking to a dude on side
Now you got my whole 'tude on dime
You tried to keep your hoes in line
You ain't want that shit you do online
It was love when your ride was broken down
Now it's fixed and you turned cold as ice
Helped you with your clothes,
Now I'm exposing you, it's folding time
I wouldn't throw shit in your face if you aint tell no lies to mine
Was 'bout to build that resume and help you with your 9-5
You're laid up with some man while telling me be patient,
In time you'll try to open up, you know you f*cked up, now you seen your lies arise
Like why you lying?
If you was player, you'd be honest 'bout it
If you was straight 'bout you and Benz
A nigga wouldn't be talking 'bout it
You f*cking with three men at once, that shit's what's got me fried about it
I said as long as ain't no other niggas, I would be nice about it
Lent shorty my car, now I'm real sick that you was riding round it
Bet you had that nigga in my shit, straight up just lying 'bout it
What you tell him? "Just your friend"?
I'm just in here dying 'bout it
Evil laugh, you got me pissed as hell, there ain't no crying 'bout it
If you was straight up, I would've helped you with no lines about it
Wouldn't give no signs about it, wouldn't put no hype around it
It would've stayed in closed doors, but now, girl, I'm outside about it
You thought you was player, now this whole tape, I got time about it
This hoe lying
This hoe treeshing
On my momma
Got me tweaking
Ain't one nigga, it's 'bout three em
Buy this fabric, sow it, reap it
Why you faking?
On my Jesus
Man I'm done with all that weak shit
I tried to be respectful, found out how you really feeling
This hoe treeshing
On my momma, got me
On my momma, got me
This hoe ly- Whoa!
This hoe lying, this hoe!
Tell me how you really feeling
This hoe lying
This hoe treeshing
On my momma
Got me tweaking
Ain't one nigga, it's bout three 'em
Buy this fabric, sow it, reap it
Why you faking?
On my Jesus
Man I'm done with all this weak shit
I tried to be respectful, found out how you really see it.
Said when she see me, she see me, huh
You're gon' see me on your TV, huh
Said you've been single three years but been with that man for four? (Huh)
I don't wanna be cool no more
I don't even wanna be cool no more
Shouldn't have let you in the studio
You ain't deserve all them sushi rolls
I wanna burn the bridge way down, hmm
I wanna burn the bridge way down, hmm
Used to commend the fake out (Blossom)
Knew the truth would come and break out
Ain't want me to put your name out, uh
Got me real good like that takeout, huh
Wicked witch of the west (Wicked witch of the west)
Wicked witch of the west (Wicked witch of the west)
Who's the third nigga you ain't bring to Moment's shoot?
Crazy the new shit I know 'bout you
You was talking 'bout me all the time, but ain't want me to have a convo 'bout you
You aint want your lies to collide
She said leave me 'lone, you denied
We was still talking, your truth a lie
Made it seem like you was confused
You was talking to a dude on side
Now you got my whole 'tude on dime
You tried to keep your hoes in line
You ain't want that shit you do online
It was love when your ride was broken down
Now it's fixed and you turned cold as ice
Helped you with your clothes,
Now I'm exposing you, it's folding time
I wouldn't throw shit in your face if you aint tell no lies to mine
Was 'bout to build that resume and help you with your 9-5
You're laid up with some man while telling me be patient,
In time you'll try to open up, you know you f*cked up, now you seen your lies arise
Like why you lying?
If you was player, you'd be honest 'bout it
If you was straight 'bout you and Benz
A nigga wouldn't be talking 'bout it
You f*cking with three men at once, that shit's what's got me fried about it
I said as long as ain't no other niggas, I would be nice about it
Lent shorty my car, now I'm real sick that you was riding round it
Bet you had that nigga in my shit, straight up just lying 'bout it
What you tell him? "Just your friend"?
I'm just in here dying 'bout it
Evil laugh, you got me pissed as hell, there ain't no crying 'bout it
If you was straight up, I would've helped you with no lines about it
Wouldn't give no signs about it, wouldn't put no hype around it
It would've stayed in closed doors, but now, girl, I'm outside about it
You thought you was player, now this whole tape, I got time about it
This hoe lying
This hoe treeshing
On my momma
Got me tweaking
Ain't one nigga, it's 'bout three em
Buy this fabric, sow it, reap it
Why you faking?
On my Jesus
Man I'm done with all that weak shit
I tried to be respectful, found out how you really feeling
Writer: Khari Norman
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