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Alumnye - U Lyin Lyrics



Alumnye - U Lyin Lyrics
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Why you lyin' to me, what's up
Why you lyin' to me, don't trip
Why you lyin' to me, what's up
Saw that car parked at your crib
Why you lyin' to me, what's up
Why you lyin' to me, come on
Quit your lyin', let me take that dress off
Hold up,
It's a real one to start this
Know I never park it, always with my target
Yeah, I'm a marksman, yeah, I'm really workin'
Lungs really hurtin', mind always open
Me and my emotions, uh, makin' a movie like Nolan
I do it, feelin' like GTO in a GTR
Go see the stars, then I drive in a fast car
Bumpin Cilvia, goin' casper
We really out here like Blackstar
We really out here like rap stars
We runnin' this game like track stars
Little break before we start, goin' faster
Goin' in shoot deep, droppin' gas, gas, gas
How they makin' that cash, cash, cash
How they tryna make it last, last, last
Yeah, girl, you like last, last, last to the back
Lyin' to me, I'ma take a deep breath
Rollin' one up from the pack
I'ma relax when I'm smokin' a Thrax
She got no chill, she hit codeine and xans
Wait, them bitches go hand-in-hand
If you test, I'ma reach in my bag
I'ma pull up and blam, drop my 30 on the ground
Pick it up, spray 30 rounds
30, 30, 30, thou', pimpin' like from Dirty South
Ridin' dirty through the cemetery, early hours
Yeah, we stay up with the owls
All my whole game, we nocturnal
Cook you fry you like I'm Colonel
Hit you with like 30 pounds
Range of motion on my wrist
Hit your bitch and then I dip
Not just that belt on my hip
Don't ever ask me what I sip
I'ma just go take a trip
When I'm back, just don't ask where I've been
I'ma go for the kill, if he dead
I'ma kill him again and again
I'ma really just go for the win
And this bitch is effortless
I put on some shit
And they takin' the flicks bitch
Why you lyin' to me, what's up
Why you lyin' to me, don't trip
Why you lyin' to me, what's up
Saw that car parked at your crib
Why you lyin' to me, what's up
Why you lyin' to me, come on
Why you lyin' to me, what's up
Quit your lyin', let me take that dress off
Hold up
Uh, what
You lyin
You lyin
Why you lyin' to me, what's up
Why you lyin' to me, don't trip
Why you lyin' to me, what's up
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Why you lyin' to me, what's up
Why you lyin' to me, don't trip
Why you lyin' to me, what's up
Saw that car parked at your crib
Why you lyin' to me, what's up
Why you lyin' to me, come on
Quit your lyin', let me take that dress off
Hold up,
It's a real one to start this
Know I never park it, always with my target
Yeah, I'm a marksman, yeah, I'm really workin'
Lungs really hurtin', mind always open
Me and my emotions, uh, makin' a movie like Nolan
I do it, feelin' like GTO in a GTR
Go see the stars, then I drive in a fast car
Bumpin Cilvia, goin' casper
We really out here like Blackstar
We really out here like rap stars
We runnin' this game like track stars
Little break before we start, goin' faster
Goin' in shoot deep, droppin' gas, gas, gas
How they makin' that cash, cash, cash
How they tryna make it last, last, last
Yeah, girl, you like last, last, last to the back
Lyin' to me, I'ma take a deep breath
Rollin' one up from the pack
I'ma relax when I'm smokin' a Thrax
She got no chill, she hit codeine and xans
Wait, them bitches go hand-in-hand
If you test, I'ma reach in my bag
I'ma pull up and blam, drop my 30 on the ground
Pick it up, spray 30 rounds
30, 30, 30, thou', pimpin' like from Dirty South
Ridin' dirty through the cemetery, early hours
Yeah, we stay up with the owls
All my whole game, we nocturnal
Cook you fry you like I'm Colonel
Hit you with like 30 pounds
Range of motion on my wrist
Hit your bitch and then I dip
Not just that belt on my hip
Don't ever ask me what I sip
I'ma just go take a trip
When I'm back, just don't ask where I've been
I'ma go for the kill, if he dead
I'ma kill him again and again
I'ma really just go for the win
And this bitch is effortless
I put on some shit
And they takin' the flicks bitch
Why you lyin' to me, what's up
Why you lyin' to me, don't trip
Why you lyin' to me, what's up
Saw that car parked at your crib
Why you lyin' to me, what's up
Why you lyin' to me, come on
Why you lyin' to me, what's up
Quit your lyin', let me take that dress off
Hold up
Uh, what
You lyin
You lyin
Why you lyin' to me, what's up
Why you lyin' to me, don't trip
Why you lyin' to me, what's up
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Writer: Tre Le Cerf, Darell Simbulan, William Lehfeldt
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Alumnye
Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: Tre Le Cerf, Darell Simbulan, William Lehfeldt

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