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You lie Video (MV)




Performed By: Zoned Zack
Language: English
Length: 2:29
Written by: David Williams




Zoned Zack - You lie Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, check it out.
How that boy know that shit?
I'm off the grid, I swear to God all of these boys they be spies.
I do not hang with these people. These people be lyin' to the bone and straight to the spine.
Rockin' that Christian Dior and that Maison Margiela, we don't f*ck with Calvin Klien.
"Young D'man he move like a mase." I might f*ck around sell my house, hop in a jet and just live in the sky.
I really just live in disguise.
Caught a lil' vibe, she in love with the sky.
I bought everything I don't know what to buy.
Don't care what y'all say. Y'all just really just lie.
Don't care 'bout the shit that be goin' in the world.
Attention on momma, she really my world.
I don't trust my bitch I don't think she my girl but she eat on my nut like a mother f*ckin' squirrel.
She eat on my nut like a squirrel.
"Young D'man he travel the world"
Pull up in a big body tonka truck, swear to God shit bigger than Pearl.
Had your bitch in the back room, givin' me swirl.
(Yeah)
How that boy know that shit?
I'm off the grid, I swear to God all of these boys they be spies.
I do not hang with these people. These people be lyin' to the bone and straight to the spine.
Rockin' that Christian Dior and that Maison Margiela, we don't f*ck with Calvin Klien.
"Young D'man he move like a mase." I might f*ck around sell my house, hop in a jet and just live in the sky.
"Young D'man be sipping' on all the juices."
Don't like to hustle? You make excuses.
She lie to me? Hit the bitch with the deuces.
Don't give a f*ck what these niggas got goin' on. I just be stayin' in a bubble.
I stay in a bubble, I promise these niggas they don't want no trouble.
That bitch she callin' my phone 'bout a nigga, I told the lil' bitch "I don't give no advice."
Don't f*ck with these bitches. You got a lil' cheese, they come around like some lil' mice.
All of them cars you drive in the mother f*ckin' games I drive in real life.
All of them guns you shoot in them mother f*ckin' games I shoot in real life. (Hold up, shh shh)
All of that money you spend on them games I spend all of that shit in real life.
Boy you be cappin' you really not lit. Stop cappin' like you really livin' that life.
Rockin' these chrome hearts, yeah I really see right through your life.
How the hell she gon' pull up on me then turn around? She not solid.
How that boy know that shit?
I'm off the grid, I swear to God all of these boys they be spies.
I do not hang with these people. These people be lyin' to the bone and straight to the spine.
Rockin' that Christian Dior and that Maison Margiela, we don't f*ck with Calvin Klien.
"Young D'man he move like a mase." I might f*ck around sell my house, hop in a jet and just live in the sky
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Yeah, yeah, check it out.
How that boy know that shit?
I'm off the grid, I swear to God all of these boys they be spies.
I do not hang with these people. These people be lyin' to the bone and straight to the spine.
Rockin' that Christian Dior and that Maison Margiela, we don't f*ck with Calvin Klien.
"Young D'man he move like a mase." I might f*ck around sell my house, hop in a jet and just live in the sky.
I really just live in disguise.
Caught a lil' vibe, she in love with the sky.
I bought everything I don't know what to buy.
Don't care what y'all say. Y'all just really just lie.
Don't care 'bout the shit that be goin' in the world.
Attention on momma, she really my world.
I don't trust my bitch I don't think she my girl but she eat on my nut like a mother f*ckin' squirrel.
She eat on my nut like a squirrel.
"Young D'man he travel the world"
Pull up in a big body tonka truck, swear to God shit bigger than Pearl.
Had your bitch in the back room, givin' me swirl.
(Yeah)
How that boy know that shit?
I'm off the grid, I swear to God all of these boys they be spies.
I do not hang with these people. These people be lyin' to the bone and straight to the spine.
Rockin' that Christian Dior and that Maison Margiela, we don't f*ck with Calvin Klien.
"Young D'man he move like a mase." I might f*ck around sell my house, hop in a jet and just live in the sky.
"Young D'man be sipping' on all the juices."
Don't like to hustle? You make excuses.
She lie to me? Hit the bitch with the deuces.
Don't give a f*ck what these niggas got goin' on. I just be stayin' in a bubble.
I stay in a bubble, I promise these niggas they don't want no trouble.
That bitch she callin' my phone 'bout a nigga, I told the lil' bitch "I don't give no advice."
Don't f*ck with these bitches. You got a lil' cheese, they come around like some lil' mice.
All of them cars you drive in the mother f*ckin' games I drive in real life.
All of them guns you shoot in them mother f*ckin' games I shoot in real life. (Hold up, shh shh)
All of that money you spend on them games I spend all of that shit in real life.
Boy you be cappin' you really not lit. Stop cappin' like you really livin' that life.
Rockin' these chrome hearts, yeah I really see right through your life.
How the hell she gon' pull up on me then turn around? She not solid.
How that boy know that shit?
I'm off the grid, I swear to God all of these boys they be spies.
I do not hang with these people. These people be lyin' to the bone and straight to the spine.
Rockin' that Christian Dior and that Maison Margiela, we don't f*ck with Calvin Klien.
"Young D'man he move like a mase." I might f*ck around sell my house, hop in a jet and just live in the sky
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Writer: David Williams
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