Lyrics:
The press darlings
(and they tell fibs!)
No one wants to listen to the kids these days, yeah
The fibs these days, yeah
They say that we're all the same
But they're the ones to blame
the kids
Didn't buy it from the wiz, they bought your shaky fibs so
Now it's time to move him off the block
Pass me the glock cause I might make a body rock
Word to miz, what the problem is, is that the kids
Didn't buy it from the wiz, they bought your shaky fibs so
Now it's time to move him off the block
Well, I've got to confess. It's a fib. I made it up myself. It's pretty funny
Don't you think? Ha, ha ha! Gag, gag, gag!
burnt
Many cycles when you fight in my walls,
It's like Michael and the Bulls
See a flying piece of iron, no lying
No fib and no bullshitting,
sayin'?
Check out my D-Boy sneaks, check out the way I play 'em (forreal)
Unlaced Releskas, I count stacks all day
Hit the stash up then fibs tonight we
that's spied in the telescope
Crime with trilla niggas, put iron to ya belly folks
Telling them tall tales, fibs, and humdangers
Save it for Jerry
yuh
Esto' e' Una Visión y Carbon Fiber (Carbon Fib)
Pa' los phillie' traigan lighter
Pa' las babie' tengo Jaggermeister (wou)
Fuma sativa y se
Riding 'round, 'round, 'round with it
(Skrrt)
Baby, you know that I'm committed (Yeah)
I ain't never lie or tell a fib
Baby, you my baby like
Dej Loaf
Best believe Boat got first dibs
(I'm coming, hey)
These pussy niggas tellin' fibs (do)
I bought a mansion bigger than a muthafucka
Bought
no cigar
Pull up in my hood fresh as
Hell like a trap star
All a nigga do is talk fibs, he a cap star
Nigga can't tell me shit about no drank
I done
At the end of the day, I'm a be Mr. Perfect (swear)
She got the jack and the bigger new crib
You flexin', you flexin', you tell all these fibs (flex)
First
Your delicate condition
As any fool can tell
The camera wouldn't tell a fib
You're making love to no one else
You're fragile and you're
telling fibs
When the walls cave in, no one's there
Keep nodding, "Yeah," my head's the rocking chair
We keep going 'round, we keep going 'round
I never
that's spied in the telescope
Crime with trilla niggas, put iron to ya belly folks
Telling them tall tales, fibs, and humdangers
Save it for Jerry
they woosh
I don't jump on a tune and talk about and shush
I'd rather make cigs and Kush
All of these fibs you push
Still gonna take these pics
relaxed
In control all facts, screw a fib
Old ip ain't new to this
I diss a bitch ass with crass remarks
The get hitched
To show I'm married to these chips
druggin
Alleyway muggin, heavyweight sluggin
No fibs I kick the ad libs and rock it in the cribs
Break your ribs like a toothpick cause you were never
packages too
If feds roll up and guys get caught
End up in court don't say words in court
Man don't snitch or tell no fibs
Say no more don't breathe no shit
turnscrew, turns of the screw
No more lockout, lockjaw, lockdoor lies
No more silent, slapface, silent lies
No more lies - no more deadleg, fireiron fibs
No
drunk on the fifth
And now we're stuck in a ditch
And as dumb as it gets
I'm a run you some fibs
I want to touch your lips
I want to rub your hips
me go
Don't let me, don't let me go
The chambers that echo
With fibs and the fables
Don't cross the threshold
This love is too special
We can't
Has somethin' to say
Even has a rap
Clap clap clap
But click there goes the lid
Sorry 'bout the fib
I ain't got a grip on nothin'
Just pour me
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