[Verse 1]
Why lie? I'll probably die where the dope is
Face down in a pile of roses, right next to where the coke is
Obituaries won’t be in English and make no sense
Or died in the Poconos from overdosing on blowfish
You fuckin' wit a nigga that's dead already
Told the bitch when I’m gone to fuck my team once my head is buried
Dig me up once a year to give me head in the cemetery
Leave her wielded, disclosed, it's-it's a brick in the Ben and Jerrys
Fuck it, you bitch niggas some deadbeats
Spittin', hittin', you hard to base, make niggas legs break
Praying we move the weight in the day like Jenny Craig say
And you make enough to not give a fuck about what the feds take
[Verse 2]
Why lie? I'll probably die where the dope is
Or in between sofa cushions smushed between where remotes live
Divide a four-fifth, 'cause my nigga told me to dope hit
Or die for fucking a nigga sister like Manolo did
You can't hold my dick ’cause it’s too heavy
.45's turn into .50 cals, this a new dessy
Love a bitch with a pussy, butter-soft like a new Peli
With AR’s that go from semi to fully with dual settings, uh
True feelings grow within my melanin
Pussy so good that I swore I would never swear again
Pussy so good that I told her I couldn't bear to sin
Until I got bored with shawty, and felt the need to tell a friend
Why lie? I'll probably die where the dope is
Face down in a pile of roses, right next to where the coke is
Obituaries won’t be in English and make no sense
Or died in the Poconos from overdosing on blowfish
You fuckin' wit a nigga that's dead already
Told the bitch when I’m gone to fuck my team once my head is buried
Dig me up once a year to give me head in the cemetery
Leave her wielded, disclosed, it's-it's a brick in the Ben and Jerrys
Fuck it, you bitch niggas some deadbeats
Spittin', hittin', you hard to base, make niggas legs break
Praying we move the weight in the day like Jenny Craig say
And you make enough to not give a fuck about what the feds take
[Verse 2]
Why lie? I'll probably die where the dope is
Or in between sofa cushions smushed between where remotes live
Divide a four-fifth, 'cause my nigga told me to dope hit
Or die for fucking a nigga sister like Manolo did
You can't hold my dick ’cause it’s too heavy
.45's turn into .50 cals, this a new dessy
Love a bitch with a pussy, butter-soft like a new Peli
With AR’s that go from semi to fully with dual settings, uh
True feelings grow within my melanin
Pussy so good that I swore I would never swear again
Pussy so good that I told her I couldn't bear to sin
Until I got bored with shawty, and felt the need to tell a friend
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