Lyrics TruthNoLie - Chrisjenkins

Gurantee that it wont
Never ever happen again
That′s the mode that I'm in

Oh dats the line nigga
Don′t be lyin nigga
Tell the truth in yo
Mother fuckin rhymes nigga
Ion have the car that I want
I have the car that I need
Cuz that Honda gettin me
From point A to point B
Oh you rap about it now
And hope to get it later
No uma rap about it now
Cuz I know that I'll get it later
We touchin a lil suntin
But we fitna get plenty papa
Ain't lookin for handouts
Ain′t comin askin fa favors

Keep it real nigga keep it real nigga
You can′t do this by yourself
You need a team witcha
You from where nobody
Ever gon believe in ya
Well tell em keep on not believing
Full steem nigga
Um ahead my time
Always read between lines
You can't get over me
And if you did that′s fine
Guarantee that it won't
Never ever happen again
Um on some fuck everybody else
That′s the mode that I'm in

Oh dats the line nigga
Don′t be lyin nigga
Tell the truth in yo
Mother fuckin rhymes nigga
Ion have the car that I want
I have the car that I need
Cuz that Honda gettin me
From point A to point B
Oh you rap about it now
And hope to get it later
No uma rap about it now
Cuz I know that I'll get it later
We touchin a lil suntin
But we fitna get plenty papa
Ain't lookin for handouts
Ain′t comin askin fa favors

Boy what′s wrong witcha
What goin on witcha
You ain't been yoself lately
Acting a lotta crazy
Got two kids now
And you ain′t had no other babies
I guess my mentality
Came from that lady that raised me
Cuz she took care other kids
Then came to home to us
But dat shit never mattered
Cuz we was already blessed
She retired now but
I still feel like she need dat check
Cuz that sowing room by the jects
Worked her ass to det uma lyrical vet
Still making hits for the charts
Coming from poverty
We never knew where to start
But I ain't stop I hope u feel it
This from the heart
Um coming in raw like when no condom on
What type a time you on
Snakes in the garden I keep a hoe wit me
And if this car break down
Is u still gon roll wit me
I need to know right now
Don′t need no leeches around
Damn we gotta push I think the gas ran out

Oh dats the line nigga
Don't be lyin nigga(Don′t be lyin)
Tell the truth in yo
Mother fuckin rhymes nigga(In yo rhymes)
Ion have the car that I want
I have the car that I need(Whoo)
Cuz that Honda gettin me
From point A to point B
Oh you rap about it now
And hope to get it later
No uma rap about it now
Cuz I know that I'll get it later
We touchin a lil suntin
But we fitna get plenty papa
Ain't lookin for handouts
Ain′t comin askin fa favors

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