Paroles de la chanson Why You Lying (Remix) par Izaiah Combs

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Paroles de la chanson Why You Lying (Remix) par Izaiah Combs

Aye Lil Zay(2x) Where you at(2x), nigga
Where you at, aye aye aye
I've been ina' trap getting racks nigga, where you at? Aye
Nigga, where you at?
I've been in the trap getting racks aye nigga
I've been in a trap getting racks nigga, where you at?
I've been stacking up money
Nigga, where the fuck you at?
I'm been with the gang getting fucking fly and I'm getting fucking hot, nigga where the fuck you at and I've been making hits and I'm getting fucking paid like every fucking day and your girl want to be my baby but I said she can't because I am a fucking pimp, not a fucking simp nigga, can you feel me?

And I'm with Mr. Gilley and we rocking out everyday on the beat and you know we get paid like I said, nigga, you a little pussy nigga, get some bread, nigga get some fucking motion
Motion in the ocean I'm swimming in the ocean
Niggas can't find me nigga leave me
I told you where I'm at, can you feel me?
I'm getting green getting money nigga call me green but you always want to be me dripping codeine with the fucking sprite in the Celine', if a nigga play with me and I'm so fresh and I'm so clean and I'm so fresh. Where you at? Where you at?
Nigga, where the fuck you at?
I've been in a trap getting racks nigga, where you at?
I've been stacking up money nigga, where you fuck you at?
I've been with the gang getting fly, getting high nigga, where the fuck you at?

I've been making hits getting paid nigga, where you at?
Nigga, where you at?
Creeping through the door at night if a nigga play with me had to fucking swing my pipe
Aye I'm with yo hoe tonight
Mr. Gilley on the beat
Mr. Gilley on the beat ain't shit sweet
Gilley on the beat also unique, he had to swing his pipe get out the bike niggas be like I like but though you don't like this, you're going to hate this I've been tired of waiting, niggas happy patient but I am impatient
Niggas calling me Mr. Of Course, niggas get your mama a divorce
Put me on the beat
Put me on the beat
Ain't shit sweet

I already said that shit before I'm from the Ave 4
Nigga, don't go there niggas don't know what that is
Let me tell you about that shit north side, what it is, don't bring your kids
It's not a fucking fair
Ain't shit fair in the hood
Niggas don't go there
Niggas want to go there but ain't ??????? ???? there
Nigga say your ass in the suburbs and mama got a fucking Porsche in our fucking yard
Nigga, fuck you at?
Where you at aye?
I've been in the trap getting racks nigga, where you the fuck you at?
I've been stacking up money nigga, where you fuck you I've been with the game, getting fly, getting high what the fuck you at?

I've been making hits getting paid every fucking day
So, nigga, what the fuck you at?
You don't got no motion?
You don't got no fucking motion?
With Mr. Gilley and he turned up on the beat nigga rocking with my feet, nigga Codeine in I'm sipping in the cup, nigga
And I'm drinking fucking coke in the fucking back
If a nigga play with me had to show him with the strap
Nigga had to show him with the strap
He say Izaiah I ain't have it!
That's crazy
We just snapped

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