paroles de chanson Too Close (Instrumental) - Next

I wonder if she can tell that I know that she lying right now
Ah, come on
What? Those are real?
You bought those?
Right
You must think I'm really stupid
You must think I'm really stupid, baby
Yeah, but it's all good, though
Hold up

Why the fuck you lying?
Why you always lying?
Oh my God
Stop fucking lying
Oh, you had me so close
Your lies ain't float though
You're someone I can't believe

Something 'bout you got me stressing
Cos I think you're fakin'
Lying bout the guys you sexin'
Tell me, do they pipe it?
See, you can't even deny it
Cos you know I can tell when you lying
Oh, girl

Don't care what you think you know
But I'm not a hoe, just had a few
Fuck you
Now who you think you tellin'?
Tell these nuts like Welven
You know I just want the truth

Why the fuck you lying?
Why you always lying?
Oh my God
Stop fucking lying
Oh, you had me so close
Your lies ain't float though
You're someone I can't believe

Baby, yes, I grabbed your throat
Got no damn idea what I'll do if you lie in here
You break the truth, make me, you make me OD
Make a nigga so mad, that I'll break your teeth
Oh, girl

Don't care what you think you know
But I'm not a hoe, just had a few
Fuck you
Now who you think you tellin'?
Tell these nuts like Welven
You know I just want the truth

Why the fuck you lying?
Why you always lying?
Oh my God
Stop fucking lying
Oh, you had me so close
Your lies ain't float though
You're someone I can't believe

Ah, damn, she well highin'
I'm goin' through her phone on her e-mail spying
You can't even get your details right
And girl, you like Nylo, why this female lying?
Tryna keep me scarred though
Cos she keep something on the side like some car goes
A large hoe
I asked how many niggas that hit it, you gave a low number
Though your body count lookin' like a phone number
I've been niggas meet-meet, you a roadrunner
And you ain't even make 'em wear no rubber
Hey what you do, always makin' excuse
I'll be breakin' your neck if you keep breakin' the truth
You slippin', and that be the problem with you women
Like Paul Pierce after the game, the truth missin'
Lil' thot go and try with a rookie
Like Lucius, girl, you lying 'bout the cookie

Yo bitch, why you faking like that ah-ah-ahh
(Why you catch my lying like that oh-oh-ohh)

Why the fuck you lying?
Why you always lying?
Oh my God
Stop fucking lying
Oh, you had me so close
Your lies ain't float though
You're someone I can't believe