| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - No Lie |
All my hitters'
All my hitters'
All my hitters'
All my hitters'
All my hitters'
Let off the AuhAuhAuh
All my trappers selling that AuhAuhAuh
(Hustla La Baby)
Take your girl and give her the AuhAuhAuh
No lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
All my hitters'
Let off the Uh-Uh-Uh
All my trappers selling that Uh-uh-uh
Take your girl and give her the Uh-uh-uh
No lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
Talk about Hus, you better hashtag Ugly
These Niggas wanna try me
And that really Bugs me
Let me show you how we ride out
Big fat dotty' ain't fitting in no Nike pouch
No WhatsApp, no ring
We no want pick up
Ridin' round with the baddest bitch
Doing stick ups
Don't make a sound pussy boy
Don't hiccup
Girls on my tool
Everybody get lit up
Niggas never killed me
But they should've
I bang, bang and I still get Mulla
I bang, bang and I still get Mulla
Revenge tastes even sweeter than sugar
I've already lost my heart
They wanna see me lose my mind
They wanna see me use my Nine
They wanna see me boogie with the devil
On the dance floor
Go jail and do my time
All my hitters'
Let off the Uh-Uh-Uh
All my trappers selling that Uh-uh-uh
Take your girl and give her the Uh-uh-uh
No lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
I'll be grinding all day
I make Ninety-Nine sells
I'm ready for war
I got Ninety-Nine bells
Go get her
And let off the Uh-uh-uh
That's Ninety-Nine years
If that pussy boy tells
You go get this work
Like you're jobless
Dutty' Girl, I must confess
I wanna see you got to topless
I just like to suck breasts
Say you buss' guns
We don't believe you
Say you push bricks
We don't believe you
Say you fuck girls
We don't believe you
No Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
Say you buss' guns, Uh-uh-uh
Me I can show you that
But fuck a hand out
Cos I don't owe you that
They didn't wanna know me before
Now they wanna spend time
Why you phoning me for
All my hitters'
Let off the Uh-Uh-Uh
All my trappers selling that Uh-uh-uh
Take your girl and give her the Uh-uh-uh
No lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
