Shawty tryna get in my dms
Tryna get all in my pants
Now she gettin out of hand
She a dub
Tell me you trying me again
Why you lying to your friends
Lying saying I'm the one who hit you up
Why you lie to me
Why you tryna slide on me yea
Get up off me yea
F*ck you want from me
Diamonds keep me company yea
You can run from me yea
Throw a couple a stacks up in the air
I dont gotta pay the fare
It's a present when im there
Niggas tryna get me going
I don't really seem to care
All my bitches come in pairs
All my niggas keep it on em
Thats why all them niggas stare
Now you really know whats up
All my niggas bringing fear
I know hoes that coming just to play me
I know its clear yea
She dont love me
She want me to disappear yea
She cant f*ck me
Its the truth I wouldn't dare yea
My pockets be on extra pudgy
Please don't stare yea
Getting to the money, money
What a year yea
To the money what a year yea
Getting to the money what a year yea
(My pockets be on extra pudgy please don't stare yea)
Shawty tryna get in my dms
Tryna get all in my pants
Now she gettin out of hand
She a dub
Tell me you trying me again
Why you lying to your friends
Lying saying I'm the one who hit you up
Why you lie to me
Why you tryna slide on me yea
Get up off me yea
F*ck you want from me
Diamonds keep me company yea
You can run from me yea
(Yea ahh
Yea ahh
Yea ahh
Yea ahh
Ouuu)
Shawty tryna get in my dms
Tryna get all in my pants
Now she gettin out of hand
She a dub
Tell me you trying me again
Why you lying to your friends
Lying saying I'm the one who hit you up
Why you lie to me
Why you tryna slide on me yea
Get up off me yea
F*ck you want from me
Diamonds keep me company yea
You can run from me yea
Amana & A.C. - Lie to Me Lyrics
Amana & A.C. - Lie to Me Lyrics
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Shawty tryna get in my dms
Tryna get all in my pants
Now she gettin out of hand
She a dub
Tell me you trying me again
Why you lying to your friends
Lying saying I'm the one who hit you up
Why you lie to me
Why you tryna slide on me yea
Get up off me yea
F*ck you want from me
Diamonds keep me company yea
You can run from me yea
Throw a couple a stacks up in the air
I dont gotta pay the fare
It's a present when im there
Niggas tryna get me going
I don't really seem to care
All my bitches come in pairs
All my niggas keep it on em
Thats why all them niggas stare
Now you really know whats up
All my niggas bringing fear
I know hoes that coming just to play me
I know its clear yea
She dont love me
She want me to disappear yea
She cant f*ck me
Its the truth I wouldn't dare yea
My pockets be on extra pudgy
Please don't stare yea
Getting to the money, money
What a year yea
To the money what a year yea
Getting to the money what a year yea
(My pockets be on extra pudgy please don't stare yea)
Shawty tryna get in my dms
Tryna get all in my pants
Now she gettin out of hand
She a dub
Tell me you trying me again
Why you lying to your friends
Lying saying I'm the one who hit you up
Why you lie to me
Why you tryna slide on me yea
Get up off me yea
F*ck you want from me
Diamonds keep me company yea
You can run from me yea
(Yea ahh
Yea ahh
Yea ahh
Yea ahh
Ouuu)
Shawty tryna get in my dms
Tryna get all in my pants
Now she gettin out of hand
She a dub
Tell me you trying me again
Why you lying to your friends
Lying saying I'm the one who hit you up
Why you lie to me
Why you tryna slide on me yea
Get up off me yea
F*ck you want from me
Diamonds keep me company yea
You can run from me yea
Tryna get all in my pants
Now she gettin out of hand
She a dub
Tell me you trying me again
Why you lying to your friends
Lying saying I'm the one who hit you up
Why you lie to me
Why you tryna slide on me yea
Get up off me yea
F*ck you want from me
Diamonds keep me company yea
You can run from me yea
Throw a couple a stacks up in the air
I dont gotta pay the fare
It's a present when im there
Niggas tryna get me going
I don't really seem to care
All my bitches come in pairs
All my niggas keep it on em
Thats why all them niggas stare
Now you really know whats up
All my niggas bringing fear
I know hoes that coming just to play me
I know its clear yea
She dont love me
She want me to disappear yea
She cant f*ck me
Its the truth I wouldn't dare yea
My pockets be on extra pudgy
Please don't stare yea
Getting to the money, money
What a year yea
To the money what a year yea
Getting to the money what a year yea
(My pockets be on extra pudgy please don't stare yea)
Shawty tryna get in my dms
Tryna get all in my pants
Now she gettin out of hand
She a dub
Tell me you trying me again
Why you lying to your friends
Lying saying I'm the one who hit you up
Why you lie to me
Why you tryna slide on me yea
Get up off me yea
F*ck you want from me
Diamonds keep me company yea
You can run from me yea
(Yea ahh
Yea ahh
Yea ahh
Yea ahh
Ouuu)
Shawty tryna get in my dms
Tryna get all in my pants
Now she gettin out of hand
She a dub
Tell me you trying me again
Why you lying to your friends
Lying saying I'm the one who hit you up
Why you lie to me
Why you tryna slide on me yea
Get up off me yea
F*ck you want from me
Diamonds keep me company yea
You can run from me yea
Writer: A.C. Houle, Amana Ojih
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid