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Crook Deez - No Lies Lyrics



Crook Deez - No Lies Lyrics
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I live a life made for television or the movies
More like banned from TV, let them witness Bad bitches in Jacuzzis, no love for these hoes All we do is finger f*ck these floozies
The ones with the least clothes is the known groupies and I hit you with the same line every time Ayy baby, I tell no lies
Is it okay if I keep it real with you? I got A-game but I'ma tell you my truth
I like bad bitches and big piles of loot I like big trucks but any day I'm sliding
In the coupe Hotbox whips, 4 grams in my spliff
Hennessy and Grand Marnier That's what I sip, it's called a French
Connection Give me your best selection
I'm getting blown by the Cali breeze, trees through the intersection
Two-stepping when I'm grooving to a beat Cold weapon when I'm reaching for my heat
No love for these random bitches in these streets
Until she bring me cheese, that shit will get my dick a heartbeat
Speech for a season, 20 episodes High as the moon as I continue to get blowed
Sub-zero, attacked me, that's where my heart froze
Four Finger banging nigga, on the west coast
I live a life made for television or the
Movies More like banned from TV, let them witness
Bad bitches in jacuzzis No love for these hoes
All we do is finger f*ck these floozies The ones with the least clothes is the known groupies And I hit you with the same line every time
Ayy baby, I tell no lies
Lie for what when I'm just trying to feel
Your butt My eyes low while I roll up another blunt
I'm a backwood bachelor Sexual question what I'm asking her
This dick is what she really asking for Pay the fee and I throw it to your spleen
Take a bath, I only taste pussy when it's clean
I'm talking squeaky, then catch this beating I blessed her off her bean and got ghost
Left her like a crime scene No cap, my team full of winners
Professional back blowers well-known cash getters Real niggas is the understatement
I pray for patience, now money come to me from all directions and I'm never waiting
Niggas hating, that's to be expected Use your own mind to realize your mouthpiece
Is a weapon Organize a form a line, broad day
And when they pay, have them bills facing the same way
I live a life made for television or the movies More like banned from TV, let them witness
Bad bitches in jacuzzis No love for these hoes
All we do is finger f*ck these floozies The ones with the least clothes is the known groupies
And I hit you with the same line every time Ayy baby, I tell no lies
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I live a life made for television or the movies
More like banned from TV, let them witness Bad bitches in Jacuzzis, no love for these hoes All we do is finger f*ck these floozies
The ones with the least clothes is the known groupies and I hit you with the same line every time Ayy baby, I tell no lies
Is it okay if I keep it real with you? I got A-game but I'ma tell you my truth
I like bad bitches and big piles of loot I like big trucks but any day I'm sliding
In the coupe Hotbox whips, 4 grams in my spliff
Hennessy and Grand Marnier That's what I sip, it's called a French
Connection Give me your best selection
I'm getting blown by the Cali breeze, trees through the intersection
Two-stepping when I'm grooving to a beat Cold weapon when I'm reaching for my heat
No love for these random bitches in these streets
Until she bring me cheese, that shit will get my dick a heartbeat
Speech for a season, 20 episodes High as the moon as I continue to get blowed
Sub-zero, attacked me, that's where my heart froze
Four Finger banging nigga, on the west coast
I live a life made for television or the
Movies More like banned from TV, let them witness
Bad bitches in jacuzzis No love for these hoes
All we do is finger f*ck these floozies The ones with the least clothes is the known groupies And I hit you with the same line every time
Ayy baby, I tell no lies
Lie for what when I'm just trying to feel
Your butt My eyes low while I roll up another blunt
I'm a backwood bachelor Sexual question what I'm asking her
This dick is what she really asking for Pay the fee and I throw it to your spleen
Take a bath, I only taste pussy when it's clean
I'm talking squeaky, then catch this beating I blessed her off her bean and got ghost
Left her like a crime scene No cap, my team full of winners
Professional back blowers well-known cash getters Real niggas is the understatement
I pray for patience, now money come to me from all directions and I'm never waiting
Niggas hating, that's to be expected Use your own mind to realize your mouthpiece
Is a weapon Organize a form a line, broad day
And when they pay, have them bills facing the same way
I live a life made for television or the movies More like banned from TV, let them witness
Bad bitches in jacuzzis No love for these hoes
All we do is finger f*ck these floozies The ones with the least clothes is the known groupies
And I hit you with the same line every time Ayy baby, I tell no lies
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Writer: Booker Jones
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Performed By: Crook Deez
Language: English
Length: 3:19
Written by: Booker Jones

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