Mikeythelyricist, Yung Peanut, Attykinson - Lies Lyrics

Pulling out the coup in the twelve door garage
Bad Bitches only no Nicki Minaj
I'm not good at telling goodbyes
But you're making it easy with all these lies
Bitch you don't want no smoke like the ozone
Diamonds on my neck and they cold like Frozone
Try me once and you finna break a bone
Aftermath of fucking with me in my zone
Staying discrete cant be seen in the shadows (Ay, ya)
I'm making this money like I'm making free throws (Ay, ya)
Stop texting my line
I tried to save you
Bitch you ain't worth my time
You acting like a child
Nine P.M. bitch that's your bedtime
My money stacks high
Getting bread that's my job bitch
You ain't worth a dime
You play me like a game
Down thirty-five and it's only half time
Yea we got these bitches hating all the time
Don't fuck with us like Amazon we in our prime
Got out Rollies decked out we can't even tell our time
Got the Benz last week and I spent about nine
Bitch hit me up but I had to hit decline (Ay, ya)
Run up on me staying strapped with carbine (Ay, ya)
Pulling out the coup in the twelve door garage
Bad Bitches only no Nicki Minaj
I'm not good at telling goodbyes
But you're making it easy with all these lies
Bitch you telling lies
Bitch you telling lies
No
No
Sleeping with other guys
Sleeping with other guys
Oh
No
Now you gotta the price
Now you gotta the price
You gotta go
Don't look at me in my eyes I'm not trying to die tonight
Oh
No

Pulling out the coup in the twelve door garage
Bad Bitches only no Nicki Minaj
I'm not good at telling goodbyes
But you're making it easy with all these lies
Bitch you don't want no smoke like the ozone
Diamonds on my neck and they cold like Frozone
Try me once and you finna break a bone
Aftermath of fucking with me in my zone
Staying discrete cant be seen in the shadows (Ay, ya)
I'm making this money like I'm making free throws (Ay, ya)
Stop texting my line
I tried to save you
Bitch you ain't worth my time
You acting like a child
Nine P.M. bitch that's your bedtime
My money stacks high
Getting bread that's my job bitch
You ain't worth a dime
You play me like a game
Down thirty-five and it's only half time
Yea we got these bitches hating all the time
Don't fuck with us like Amazon we in our prime
Got out Rollies decked out we can't even tell our time
Got the Benz last week and I spent about nine
Bitch hit me up but I had to hit decline (Ay, ya)
Run up on me staying strapped with carbine (Ay, ya)
Pulling out the coup in the twelve door garage
Bad Bitches only no Nicki Minaj
I'm not good at telling goodbyes
But you're making it easy with all these lies
Bitch you telling lies
Bitch you telling lies
No
No
Sleeping with other guys
Sleeping with other guys
Oh
No
Now you gotta the price
Now you gotta the price
You gotta go
Don't look at me in my eyes I'm not trying to die tonight
Oh
No