True Lies

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Eastside

(La música de Harry Fraud)

(Yeah, yeah)

False-bottom suitcases, true lies from new faces

Can't be in two places, but sometimes I do, baby

This is what I do, crazy, too much for you, maybe

I gots to move 'fore anybody else do

I gotta take it seriously, but I gotta play it cool

Like always, this ain't nothin' new to me

This a Sunday in the breeze, rag Chevy on D's

Ice in my veins, but my Rollie plain jane

Bitches know my name, know my cars, know my chain

Underground millionaires, really havin' change

And never gotta split it with no motherfuckin' suckers, man

My, yeah, GLS two-tone, glizzy with crouton

Shit wicked, my young niggas crash out 'bout nothing

Mowalola on the butters, jump out in a puddle

Get my hands dirty 'cause you know I came from the gutter

I ain't sorry 'bout nothin', bitch, I ain't Ruben Studdard

Unapologetic, nigga, hate it or love it

They love my style, I done came from nothing

I got on, did the same for my brothers, I ain't changin' 'bout money

UGK like Pimp C and Bun B

Trill nigga, 99 problems, but it's one of me

Put me with Kardashians, I'll be fuckin' one at least

Put me in a time machine and I'll be fuckin' Mona Lisa

Supercharged, long wheelbase, it got all the features

Doctor diagnosed me with ballin', I got alopecia

Ain't no neighbor-speaker, all this space, my location decent

In front the driveway, it look like some bosses meeting

It could be a true lie, it could be a false truth

Know the price I paid, never ask what it cost you (uh)

False-bottom suitcase, Rollie in the Porsche too

This the fast life, watch out, it can exhaust you (watch out)

If it ain't a party or a show, it's a walkthrough

Got a couple spots, I'm allergic to the courtroom (I'm allergic)

Ex-dopeboy, so I'm good up in the boardroom

Ink the deal, get the money, pull up to the floor soon (let's go)

Speakin' on the dealership, snatch another foreign up