Lie by Q Da Fool Lyrics
Chorus: Q da Fool
I lie to the feds, I lie to my bitch
But I could never ever lie to my clique
UUV yeah I ride with my dick
I fucked your bitch I ain't got lie on my dick
Q da fool he known for doing em big
Me and Mani really rid with a cig
I ain't gon lie just might kidnap your kid
You lie to me you just might pop up dead
Verse 1: Q da Fool
Rich Shootahs
Sippin red
Baking coke
This ain't no bread
This a 50 nigga
This ain't no lead
In high school cheerleaders gave me head
I swear to God I ain't no average rapper
These fuck niggas they be trapping backwards
Pop a xan and Im smoking a backwood
She [?] for the dick man that bitch say its that good
Bitches lie niggas lie
But I swear to God nigga them numbers don't lie
Try to rob me bitch I can't let it fly
Calico with a hunnit let it fly
Fuck that nigga let that fuck nigga rot
I be shooting I think I'm from Iraq
Talk about choppas bitch I got a lot
Talk about choppas bitch I got a lot
Man I think these niggas hot
Damn that bitch pussy tighter than a knot
Not a point guard but bitch I got a shot
I step on that coke [?]
You don't got a body that boy Is a liar
Oh you a baller [?]
Im plugged in from D.C to Cincinnati
Why your sister keep on calling me daddy
Chorus: Q da Fool
I lie to the feds, I lie to my bitch
But I could never ever lie to my clique
UUV yeah I ride with my dick
I fucked your bitch I ain't got lie on my dick
Q da fool he known for doing em big
Me and Mani really rid with a cig
I ain't gon lie just might kidnap your kid
You lie to me you just might pop up dead
Verse 2: Q da Fool
You talk about the work I really sell work
I got more percs than a muhhfuckin nurse
Rest in peace twin my nigga in the dirt
My nigga got a L no Lil Durk
Fuckin with the pigs nigga thats shirt
I fuck up the streets and I fuck up a verse
Midbag nigga no reimburse
I Bought a Uzi I let max shoot it first
Atlanta bitch all that bitch do is flirt
I fuck her good all that bitch do is squirt
Rich Shootahs all my men do is work
Im MOB then muhhfucking chirp
That nigga dead call that boy Gerald Levert
Imma assassin my niggas they work
Every time I get locked my mother she be hurt
You already know I tote my stick in the church
I lie to the feds, I lie to my bitch
But I could never ever lie to my clique
UUV yeah I ride with my dick
I fucked your bitch I ain't got lie on my dick
Q da fool he known for doing em big
Me and Mani really rid with a cig
I ain't gon lie just might kidnap your kid
You lie to me you just might pop up dead
Verse 1: Q da Fool
Rich Shootahs
Sippin red
Baking coke
This ain't no bread
This a 50 nigga
This ain't no lead
In high school cheerleaders gave me head
I swear to God I ain't no average rapper
These fuck niggas they be trapping backwards
Pop a xan and Im smoking a backwood
She [?] for the dick man that bitch say its that good
Bitches lie niggas lie
But I swear to God nigga them numbers don't lie
Try to rob me bitch I can't let it fly
Calico with a hunnit let it fly
Fuck that nigga let that fuck nigga rot
I be shooting I think I'm from Iraq
Talk about choppas bitch I got a lot
Talk about choppas bitch I got a lot
Man I think these niggas hot
Damn that bitch pussy tighter than a knot
Not a point guard but bitch I got a shot
I step on that coke [?]
You don't got a body that boy Is a liar
Oh you a baller [?]
Im plugged in from D.C to Cincinnati
Why your sister keep on calling me daddy
Chorus: Q da Fool
I lie to the feds, I lie to my bitch
But I could never ever lie to my clique
UUV yeah I ride with my dick
I fucked your bitch I ain't got lie on my dick
Q da fool he known for doing em big
Me and Mani really rid with a cig
I ain't gon lie just might kidnap your kid
You lie to me you just might pop up dead
Verse 2: Q da Fool
You talk about the work I really sell work
I got more percs than a muhhfuckin nurse
Rest in peace twin my nigga in the dirt
My nigga got a L no Lil Durk
Fuckin with the pigs nigga thats shirt
I fuck up the streets and I fuck up a verse
Midbag nigga no reimburse
I Bought a Uzi I let max shoot it first
Atlanta bitch all that bitch do is flirt
I fuck her good all that bitch do is squirt
Rich Shootahs all my men do is work
Im MOB then muhhfucking chirp
That nigga dead call that boy Gerald Levert
Imma assassin my niggas they work
Every time I get locked my mother she be hurt
You already know I tote my stick in the church