Why Lie Hunned Mill (Ft. Sickboyrari)
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Hunned!
[Chorus]
My momma know I'm doing things nigga, why lie?
Sippin’ liqour, I don't sip no lean. Why lie?
Had to quit poppin' all them beans nigga, why lie?
Now I’m heavy when I hit scene, ain't gotta lie
Cash out yount, you know what that's about
I don't think you do, you're not from where I'm round
Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes, wipe me down
Shawty boyfriend wanna fight, he need to calm it down
Shit, pop him in a party, don't need 30 rounds
From 30, that's the doub’, grew up in the county
Real niggas at yo head, without a damn bounty
In the sticks, in the mud, shit where Rari found me
This that grimy hunned, slitt hunned
Pull up here, switch hunned
I be in the Hixon and rolls, sometimes I’m on 600
I be out on Broad Street, tryna get that college money
Boys think they doing things but really they ain't doing nothing
[Chorus x2]
My momma know I’m doing things nigga, why lie?
Sippin' liqour, I don't sip no lean. Why lie?
Had to quit poppin' all them beans nigga, why lie?
Now I’m heavy when I hit scene, ain't gotta lie
[Chorus]
My momma know I'm doing things nigga, why lie?
Sippin’ liqour, I don't sip no lean. Why lie?
Had to quit poppin' all them beans nigga, why lie?
Now I’m heavy when I hit scene, ain't gotta lie
Cash out yount, you know what that's about
I don't think you do, you're not from where I'm round
Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes, wipe me down
Shawty boyfriend wanna fight, he need to calm it down
Shit, pop him in a party, don't need 30 rounds
From 30, that's the doub’, grew up in the county
Real niggas at yo head, without a damn bounty
In the sticks, in the mud, shit where Rari found me
This that grimy hunned, slitt hunned
Pull up here, switch hunned
I be in the Hixon and rolls, sometimes I’m on 600
I be out on Broad Street, tryna get that college money
Boys think they doing things but really they ain't doing nothing
[Chorus x2]
My momma know I’m doing things nigga, why lie?
Sippin' liqour, I don't sip no lean. Why lie?
Had to quit poppin' all them beans nigga, why lie?
Now I’m heavy when I hit scene, ain't gotta lie
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