Kola Mac - I Cant Lie lyrics

rate me

I can’t lie, I won’t stop

Moving blocks, homie

Them white squares, I don’t speak, let them talk for me

I told baby, bring your crew, what you got for me?

What you got for me? Look what I got for you

White lines on the plate, get comfortable

You’s a bad little broad, I can stunt with you

And your crew with their business, I’mma fuck with you

I’mma fuck with you

I can’t lie, I cross my heart and hope to die

I’m fucking with you in my mind, you know I’m that guy

I’m on the parachute cap which means I’m parachute fly

Sipping …, rose, ok? Ain’t no suckers in these circles, no way Jose

I’m just running through these blocks fucking with my esse

I’m coach K from the wicked side, lucky left A

Heavy weight, knocked them pounds off the special aid, Jimmy Craig

Dunk in the pen and the fist, pretty girls give me head

Every night a different broad in my bed, this without a rap deal

Run to whoever sign them checks, hands down that Kola is a sure bet

Yeah, a full threat, stay with a full clip, checking chips I feel Jacksons, no bullshit

Nigga, I train like a robot, pull and spit, you got hit

You ain’t even get to pull your shit

I can’t lie, I won’t stop

Moving blocks, homie

Them white squares, I don’t speak, let them talk for me

I told baby, bring your crew, what you got for me?

What you got for me? Look what I got for you

White lines on the plate, get comfortable

You’s a bad little broad, I can stunt with you

And your crew with their business, I’mma fuck with you

I’mma fuck with you

I can’t work for you, baby, just stand by

I run shit, got the game in the bag, Glock and shit

I’m a wolf in sheep’s clothing, who want this?

I put it all in your face, too, who gonna trip?

Even got pussy for sale, y’all, who gonna trip?

I won’t stop moving locks, either, who wants a sniff?

It’s straight fist, get a whiff, nigga, catch my drift?

‘Cause I’m ill like the swine flu, am not sick

And I’m the one you call to beat it up, ain’t that, bitch?

‘Cause I’m the answer, no questions, ain’t y’all shit?

So long my late night shift ‘cause every day I get paper and I lit

My stainless steady rip, just ask your favorite bitch

Coldest, the top drafted, fresh to death, stay strapped, can’t bang accident

Yep, and fast on the draw like Action Jackson but my gas shooting three, call me John Packston

Bastards

I can’t lie, I won’t stop

Moving blocks, homie

Them white squares, I don’t speak, let them talk for me

I told baby, bring your crew, what you got for me?

What you got for me? Look what I got for you

White lines on the plate, get comfortable

You’s a bad little broad, I can stunt with you

And your crew with their business, I’mma fuck with you

I’mma fuck with you

I can’t lie, more money, more murder, more mayhem

You think I’m finished, blow it down, better get your brain scan

Lay you down, your crew full of suckers and your main man

God bless his spirit, let his soul drift to Graceland

Can it in the waist band, balling, we ain’t playing

Better huddle up, coach K got that game plan

Slops occur, like a slalom, watch ‘em

You know I get it in with the bangers, dabblers

Jackers, convicts, the real life crime shit

Discretion is advised due to graphic content

9 time out of 10 these fly my accomplice, these blocks that we moving is our accomplishments

Pen stripe Armani suit like a congressman

But this the wicked side council, ground taken full of bosses

Clipping in …, chopper changing often

Think I got jungle fever ‘cause that white girl nauseous

I can’t lie, I won’t stop

Moving blocks, homie

Them white squares, I don’t speak, let them talk for me

I told baby, bring your crew, what you got for me?

What you got for me? Look what I got for you

White lines on the plate, get comfortable

You’s a bad little broad, I can stunt with you

And your crew with their business, I’mma fuck with you

I’mma fuck with you

I can’t lie