Mike Free - Lie 2 Kick It lyrics

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign] You ain't gotta lie to kick it Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick In the club with a padded bra Y'all some little titty lyin' b**hes Damn, hundred dollars on that green dot Spraypainted on them Red Bottoms Old a** Louis bag That ain't a purse, that's a computer bag Fraud b**h with a fraud n***a In line for them Js at the mall n***a Ridin' 'round with no petrol How you make that iPhone on Metro Where you get a Louis belt made in Mexico? Twitter hashtag, #b**hYouReallyBroke Now all these b**hes gotta book a nympho Don't act, don't sing, don't model [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] You ain't gotta lie to kick it Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick it You's a real b**h or real n***a Then you ain't gotta lie to kick it You ain't gotta lie to kick it Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick it Fake n***as and fake b**hes Tell 'em you ain't gotta lie to kick it [Verse 2: Kid Ink] You ain't gotta lie though You know I got a thing for mulattos Just follow the car with the Forgiatos b**h I only give my number to the Lotto I ain't got no time for the model sh** So promiscuous, Nelly Furtado Just tryna have a little fun, don't miss out One more shot better bring the real b**h out I don't really care about your history Nah you ain't gotta act like a mystery I'm the real, tell a fake n***a miss me Burn rubber on them n***as like Penske Lyin' 'bout your life that I'm living, simply Woke up in a dream with two b**hes tryna pinch me I just get between 'em like parenthesis Put 'em out their misery, parental advisory n***a please [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] You ain't gotta lie to kick it Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick it You's a real b**h or real n***a Then you ain't gotta lie to kick it You ain't gotta lie to kick it Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick it Fake n***as and fake b**hes Tell 'em you ain't gotta lie to kick it [Verse 3: Bricc Baby] You ain't gotta like to kick it Fake a**, fake titties, yeah I'm f**in' with you Oh you Beyoncé? Now you independent? But you sold your food stamps for some Gucci slippers b**h stop lyin', make your a** shake If you a stripper, be a stripper for the bands' sake Now she runnin' 'round town with my band, mane Bandcamp, Bat Gang, yeah them bands straight Boy you know you lyin', you ain't k**ed nobody You rockin' fake Trues, fake Gucci and Versace Yeah you Lil Scrappy, you don't want the problems I'm a Crip, no father, we can get it poppin' [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] You ain't gotta lie to kick it Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick it You's a real b**h or real n***a Then you ain't gotta lie to kick it You ain't gotta lie to kick it Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick it Fake n***as and fake b**hes Tell 'em you ain't gotta lie to kick it