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  • Текст песни Jony Foont - 666666666

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    [Chorus]
    Women Lie, Men Lie
    Women Lie, Men Lie
    Women Lie, Men Lie
    Numbers don’t lie!
    (x 6)
    [Yo Gotti]
    Ay, step up in the party and them bad bitches be on me
    I be sippin on Patron when I’m jumpin out Ferrari’s
    I be rockin Gucci sometime Louie, I’m retarted
    And dem rims by Asanti But the shades by Bulgari
    Hand on my scrap I got my mind on my money
    i got my mind on dine and he aint takin nothing from me
    headed on this choppa tek
    headed on this choppa tek
    headed on a hunded round cuz thats how much the cheapest sh-t
    ballin is my hobby got a homie goin shoppin
    5 star with me a milli in a lobby
    Took her to the room, she hit me wit that line
    Said she aint that type of girl so I told her stop lyin
    [Chorus]
    [Lil Wayne]
    Young money, yeah, ok,
    I aint gotta lie, cross my heart hope to die,
    the numbers don’t lie, G-5 over sky,
    I f-cked her p-ssy good, make her cry if I tried,
    I’m tired of being sick and I’m sick of being tired,
    tired of these n-ggas and tired of these b-tches,
    sh-t let em lie as long as they aint snitching,
    and men lie about women,
    and sh-t women lie about plenty,
    They aint lying on me Im in the bed with 2 fine b-tches lying on me,
    so that would make 3 and numbers don’t lie,
    and money don’t lie,
    and neither do I,
    B-tch!
    [Chorus]
    (the numbers don’t lie, the the numbers dont lie…)
    [Yo Gotti]
    I’m tryin to count to a billion, my bitch brazillian
    Hop in that Lamb, push the button, lose the ceiling
    Sun out no rain drops, postin the same spot
    Right here in North North Memphis
    Where I came from
    Hundred on the neck, I aint never had sh-t
    The streets gave me family, Barry White cut the check
    Aint no secret in the streets, n-ggas know I got neck
    Got the swagger through the roof, I was born just to flex
    Zip code on my wrist, phone number in the bank
    In my ten til six with my 305 paint
    I got my 357 and my 501’s
    In a Lear 55 wit my Air Force One’s (NO LIE)
    [Chorus]
    ay it’s yo boy yo gotti
    (Say what you want but the numbers don’t lie)

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