Truth Told, Nope

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[Intro] Hehe [Chorus] Nope Yeah, that bitch wanna come fuck had to tell the bitch (Nope) Heard she got hit by the city I lied to the bitch like I'm celibate (Nope) (Yeah) He said can I front him a piece and that's sweet I might have to go tell his ass (Nope) (Haha) Lil' bro want a whole ARP for a week nigga dumb I'ma tell his ass (Nope) (You tweakin') She askin' me questions like, "Am I the only one you're fuckin' with?" (Nope) You already knew that though (duh), I bet you already knew that shit bitch (Nope) I bеt you prolly mad right now you with that broke nigga he ain't havin' no chips (Nope) I bеt you prolly sad right now you with that broke nigga y'all ain't takin' no trips (Nope) (Haha) I met this fine bitch, she asked if I had plaques might have to tell a ho (Nope) [Verse] Ridin' round in the AMG had to start gettin' liquor from the corner store That thot that you fuckin' and cuffin' be on fifty nights she a corner ho When momma had me I came out with a ski mask they say that young nigga born to blow My bitches be bad let's go ho for ho Havin' all of these racks is on the floor Fuck school I ain't ever made honor roll They like, "Please keep dropping 'cause you're on a roll" Skrrt off bitch I'm on the road, everything I touch turn into gold Count these racks up let's go, and fucking these hoes like let's go Feel it deep in your soul, like bitch feel it deep in your soul You can't hang with the pros, no you can't hang with the pros (Bitch want me to go see her at ten in the morning, like seven years away, the fuck?) [Chorus] Nope Yeah, that bitch wanna come fuck had to tell the bitch (Nope) Heard she got hit by the city I lied to the bitch like I'm celibate (Nope) (Yeah) He said can I front him a piece and that's sweet I might have to go tell his ass (Nope) (Haha) Lil' bro want a whole ARP for a week nigga dumb I'ma tell his ass (Nope) (You tweakin') She askin' me questions like, "Am I the only one you're fuckin' with?" (Nope) You already knew that though (duh), I bet you already knew that shit bitch (Nope) I bet you prolly mad right now you with that broke nigga he ain't havin' no chips (Nope) I bet you prolly sad right now you with that broke nigga y'all ain't takin' no trips (Nope) (Haha) (Nope) Hehe
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- Glo