No lie lyrics

I am smoking on that gas, life should be on Cinemax

Movie, bought my boo bigger tits and a bigger ass

Who he’s, not I, I smoke strong, that Popeye

Louie V’s in my archives, black diamonds, apartheid

Bread up and my top down, on the block with a block out

Hit ya ass with that block-ow, dope enough to go in yo nostrils

I take ya girl and kidnap her, feed her to my mattress

A skeleton in my closet, it's probably one of these dead ass rappers

It's probably one these pussy ass niggas, don’t try me I’ll pull that trigga

Got ya car note in my cup, and your rent in my swisha

That pussy so good I miss ya, head game’s so vicious

And all I get is cheese like I’m taking pictures

[Hook: Drake]

I say fuck you, ‘less I’m wit’ ya

If I take you out of the picture

I know real niggas won't miss ya

No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i

No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i

Real niggas say word

You ain't never told no lie

You ain't never told no lie

Real niggas say word

You ain't never told no lie

You ain't never told no lie

Real niggas say true

You ain't never told no lie

You ain't never told no lie

That's a thing I don’t do

Nah I just do it for the niggas

That are tryna see a million ‘fore they die

Wattup

[Verse 2: Drake]

2 Chainz and Champagne, you want true, that’s true enough

Forbes list like every year, my office is my tour bus

She came through, she brought food, she got fucked, she knew wassup

She think I’m the realest out and I say “damn, that makes two of us”

Aww that look like what’s her name, chances are it’s whats her name

Chances are if she was actin up then I fucked her once and never fucked again

She could have a Grammy, I still treat her ass like a nominee

Just need to know what that pussy like so one time is fine with me

Young as an intern, with money like I built the shit

Streets talking they'll confirm, go ask them who just killed the shit

Stay keeping my cup full so I’m extra charged like a state tax

Me and Chainz go way back, we don’t talk shit, we just state facts

Yes, lord

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]

Name a nigga that want some, I’ll out rap his ass, out trap his ass

Put his ass in a plastic bag with his trashy ass, take him out

Bring ‘em in, them whole things, 2Pac without a nose ring

Thug Life, one wife, a mistress and a girlfriend

I did what they say I wouldn’t, went where they say I couldn’t (true)

YSL belt buckle, ya’ll niggas sure is looking

Ya’ll niggas sure is lucky, two chains on my rugby

Left hand on that steering wheel, right hand on that pussy

• Artist:2 Chainz
• Album:Based on a T.R.U. Story