Letra de LIE TO ME - EARTHGANG

Yeah

Yeah

Birkin bags are a hot commodity

She got a Birkin, flossin', money well spent

She still in them 'partments payin' rent

Saturday, Sunday, he got cash to play

Monday come, his pockets full of lint

Can you be honest? Can you be true?

Anybody straight up? Lie on cue

Anybody keepin' it real with you?

Keep it one hundred, tell me the truth

Can you be honest? Can you be true?

Anybody straight up? Lie on cue

Anybody keepin' it real with you?

Keep it one hundred, tell me the truth

Everybody buyin' shit, rely on shit to prove your status, prove you have it

Now they caught up in a role they can't fulfill, they can't be real, it's too dramatic

Gotta keep the audience happy

Gotta keep the haters guessin'

Livin' a lie for folks you'll never meet in real life, so tragic

Baby got a day job, it goes somethin' like this, upload-upload

Check engagement, receive payments, grantin' fantasies, sellin' hella dreams

Then she takes her mask off Fenty runnin' down her breast

Her true self, hope she don't forget, say she do it for the check

My homeboy lie for his respect

Can't wait to flex the new baguettes

'Cause the world we live in keep revealin'

If you ain't ballin', then you ain't shit

So she gon' buy Chanel to impress

He gon' shop 'til ain't nothin' left

They fell in love with the fake 'til the real came out

Now they at each other's neck

She got a Birkin, flossin', money well spent (She got a Birkin)

She still in them 'partments payin' rent (She in them 'partments)

Saturday, Sunday, he got cash to play (Cash, cash)

Monday come, his pockets full of lint (No, no, no, no)

Can you be honest? Can you be true?

Anybody straight up? Lie on cue (Yeah-yeah)

Anybody keepin' it real with you?

Keep it one hundred, tell me the truth

Can you be honest? Can you be true? (Can you be honest?)

Anybody straight up? Lie on cue

Anybody keepin' it real with you? (To me)

Keep it one hundred, tell me the truth

Closed mouth don't eat (Closed mouth don't eat)

Broke finger don't tweet (Broke finger don't tweet)

Broke niggas gon' hate (Broke niggas gon' hate)

To distract from defeat (To distract from defeat)

Look away, how you livin' these days?

Love languages, tags and receipts (Yeah)

Whoop-whoop, get the penalty paid out quick

Right back to the street

Flewed out on the front of the plane like, "Hey"

I ain't really that cheap, she don't really know me

She just wanna take dick, she just wanna take pics

She just wanna see the beach and a nigga like me

Had to get it out the mud, these really my cleats

This really my blood, I'm really Denzel

One tear on my cheek, I'm rollin' up weed

I'm talkin' 'bout think, she talkin' 'bout minks

Hey, when you figure out what you need

Girl, let it get back to me (Hey)

Nips and her lips from the factory (Oh)

Run through niggas like batteries

Every nude sent with a strategy

And she got it perfect, she got a purpose

She got a system, know how to work it

That's how she gotta, she gotta, she gotta, she gotta

She got a Birkin, flossin', money well spent

She still in them 'partments payin' rent (She in them 'partments)

Saturday, Sunday, he got cash to play (I'm out of time)

Monday come, his pockets full of lint

Can you be honest? Can you be true?

Anybody straight up? Lie on cue

Anybody keepin' it real with you? (Real with you)

Keep it one hundred, tell me the truth

Can you be honest? Can you be true?

Anybody straight up? Lie on cue

Anybody keepin' it real with you?

Keep it one hundred, tell me the truth

Perception of self-perfection gives me erections, yeah

Lie to me, lie to me, baby, lie to me, oh

Perception of perfection give me erections

Lie to me, lie to me (Baby), lie to me

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