Don't lie to me Don't lie to me Don't lie to me Don't lie to me I know where you been And I know What you been doin' Don't lie to me Don't push me '
Übersetzung: Big Star. Nicht Lie To Me.
a soul outta aero I'ma break before I lay floor berry Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big
what I'm sayin' It ain't a single if it don't fly It ain't a hit if it don't ride Now he couldn't tell me the components of a smash but the ringtones
me in club america tonight... So we talk for a while about some band you saw on tv But I don't listen to you and you don't listen to me Yeah it's an
step to me I'm awkward, I box leftier often My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't home Could not stress to me I wasn't growin, specially on nights
Can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman Your Superman, your Superman... [Verse 2] Don't get me
me A two-faced lie can't be true It all bores me Friends of mine say I'm fine - Don't believe them Friend's of mine, they don't know My suspicion Push
t sing you no love song You either love me Or you don't You're either rollin tonight Or you won't She likes the style Cause it don't bullshit around Tounge
Vamp Out Don't matter what they say baby They just don't know my baby Don't matter what they say baby I won't let go, my baby But y'all don't know a
to me - I'm awkward, I box leftier often My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't home Could not stress to me I wasn't grown; 'specially on nights I
DMC touger then ever I got more then one mac on me tucked under the leather Hold your head, don't play into the media Tabloids said they don't want your
the curb Don't like what I write? Shoot me a bird (Verse 3: Big Boi) (Starts off) Tenth grade, the way was paid for me and Dre. to pregate Like Dr. Frankenstein
to the toes Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez [Big Boi] Don't lie you love them, if you don't you like them hoez a whole lot
to see rump crum down here and I don't hear nobody disagreein' Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi Chorus So don't spend yo whole life livin'
with Gucci god poverty's real I can't fight you cause you would sue me niggas be groupies I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my style And they don't
