Why Lie - Duvy

So look me in the eye, eye, eye, eye, eye Why you gotta lie, lie, lie, lie, lie You're messing up my mind, mind, mind, mind, mind, Baby I'm just tryna change you life She say that she all mine Am I Meant to trust her When she cannot decide If she want a lover I'm tryna be the guy But your wanting another Will I ever find me a wife I wonder (Woah) She think I'm type to love em' in leave em' But I never left without reason Jump in the whip it don't need no keys in Tryna put you in the Latest Season I got what you're needing Since demon I've been up in my feelings Still grieving but I can't complain Cus shit could be worse Im still here breathing You just gotta believe it I got me a dream so I gotta achieve it Said to the end but they end up leaving Don't make sense (uh) f*ck all the feelings Cah my Heart still beating Shits been bad but you end Healing I trust one b*tch n she end up cheating So look me in the eye, eye, eye, eye, eye Why you gotta lie, lie, lie, lie, lie You're messing up my mind, mind, mind, mind, mind, Baby I'm just tryna change you life She say that she all mine Am I Meant to trust her When she cannot decide If she want a lover I'm tryna be the guy But your wanting another Will I ever find me a wife I wonder (Woah) How can I win if we keep on losing I know my worth so I gotta get moving I don't need girls fell In love with the music If you want me stop picking and choosing Cus' im done with the using See right through You must think I'm stupid The block too hot but our love be humid I shot my shot need help from Cupid So look me in the eye, eye, eye, eye, eye Why you gotta lie, lie, lie, lie, lie You're messing up my mind, mind, mind, mind, mind, Baby I'm just tryna change you life She say that she all mine Am I Meant to trust her When she cannot decide If she want a lover I'm tryna be the guy But your wanting another Will I ever find me a wife I wonder (Woah)

Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Southside, southside shit Why you always wanna get into it? Let's make love, boo Thought I was meant for you? (Meant for you) Trippin' got you telling all your friends too (Friends) Yeah, pocket full of Benjis (Benjis) Forever, for you, I swear, I do that times two (Hah, times two) You out of line, look at my bro like, up that stick (Up that, up that) (Grrt-grrt-grrt) You wasn't there, it's a bloodhound, we servin' dog food (Dog food) Got many clientele, this shit be like a drive-through (Drive-through) Talkin' 'bout fast money, fast life (Okay) She like that flashy shit, all ice (All ice) Stay with a pocket rocket, heard they tryna end me (Yeah, yeah) They ain't gang, my n—, they enemies (Enemies) When I just think about this shit it give me chills (Grrrt) Show you how to work that stick (Yeah) It could get worse, I bet you (Yeah) Dead bodies, tell me 'bout it (Tell me 'bout it) Mom stressin', tell me 'bout it (Tell me 'bout it) Block hot, tell me 'bout it (Yeah) But we ain't changing, n—, life up in the ghetto You like expensive shit, I know (I know) No nine-to-five, I had to show you how that block work (Block work) Don't ever make them trick you out your worth Don't ever let them make you feel like you ain't worth it Let's make love, boo (Love) Thought I was meant for you? (Meant for you) Trippin' got you telling all your friends too (Friends) (Grrt-grrt-grrt) Yeah, pocket full of Benjis (Benjis) Forever, for you, I swear, I do that times two (Hah, times two) You out of line, look at my bro like, up that stick (Up that, up that) (Grrt-grrt-grrt) You wasn't there, it's a bloodhound, we servin' dog food (Dog food) Got many clientele, this shit be like a drive-through (Drive-through) Talkin' 'bout fast money, fast life She like that flashy shit, all ice

Yeah (yeah) This shit off the top, man Like every other track (yeah) Yeah Red lights, we get niggas shot down (grr) Pressure where you want, hear this gun sound (huh?) I get this lil' feelin' when the Perc' 'round (I get this lil' feelin') I get this lil' feelin' when the Perc' 'round me And FNs (and FNs) We hit up all opp blocks in the West End (it's real) Started off with deuce-deuce but my nigga ain't tryna kill Left school, I had to get it, no more stressin' (never, nevеr) Hit his block two times (yeah), trap on block full-time Promеthazine, codeine, girl, don't you spill mine (spill) I had to step and make some plays, I couldn't waste time (uh) Stick stuck on hip, huh, stick up on my waistline I lost emotions, see, I ain't had none He lost, he know it, but ain't no love lost, nah You know my love costs, yeah Yeah, bro slowed down the whip (grr) Made me hop out quick They know what it is when we see 'em She gon' line 'em for a play, boy, I mean it Real slatt, keep her close for a reason Brother (yeah), big chopper, wanna play with cudder? We pop out cut, you know you bleed, huh (yeah, bleed) You with the opps, you better duck with 'em This how it goes (yeah) Came with my hitter and we all on go Red lights, we get niggas shot down (grrt, grrt) Pressure where you want, hear this gun sound (grrt, grrt) I get this lil' feelin' when the Perc' 'round (grrt, grrt) I get this lil' feelin' when the Perc' 'round me And FNs (and FNs) We hit up all opp blocks in the West End (it's real) Started off with deuce-deuce but my nigga ain't tryna kill Left school, I had to get it, no more stressin' (yeah, drill)

(Frank Joseph) Hmm-hmm It's Duvy, hmm Right or wrong, I'ma ride for my clique (my clique) Know me I'ma grind for that shit (right) Young nigga grip nice with them niggas who ride when it's lit Back then, they ain't fuck with the kid (they ain't fuck with the kid) I feel the fake love when it hits On some err shit, fuck niggas, I'ma just live how it is I'ma just get how it is Get thoughts about death is near Ain't no love shit, hmm-hmm If you live how I live, you'll tear Keep Miami Heat out here Ain't no rule shit, hmm-hmm They been knew it's unfair Man, fuck, we do this (do this) And it's so dangerous Them broke up buildings where we chillin' (ballin') There ain't no blaming us Them crooked coppers do the dealings (dealings) Whole mind set different Can't explain how I been feelin' (I've been feelin' man) My head straight hot (hot), like fuck all of these feelings (like fuck 'em) Need a bitch who gon' ride, and moving 15 when we in it (when we in it) Stay down 'til a nigga winning, the type of feeling I been feeling (feeling) Free gang out detention (out detention), I'm with them niggas you be fearing (fearing) And I'm straight in it (and I'm in it), four miles niggas I'ma get it (I'ma get it) Hmm-hm, type of feeling I been feeling Hmm-hm, is it you shawty I been feeling (bitch) Hmm-hm, can't be up in my feelings (no, no) Hmm-hm, man fuck all of these feelings (man fuck 'em) Right or wrong, I'ma ride for my clique (my clique) Know me I'ma grind for that shit (right) Young nigga grip nice with them niggas who ride when it's lit Back then, they ain't fuck with the kid (they ain't fuck with the kid) I feel the fake love when it hits On some err shit, fuck niggas, I'ma just live how it is The type of feelings I been feeling To hit a nigga if he grilling Homicides, lotta lives gone in a blink This ain't how you wan' be living I just stick with money itching You niggas too focused on bitches Lil' nigga catch a seat start the clock ticking Lil' mama can't you see I'm on my riches (Frank Joseph) Lil' nigga, lil' nigga you don't really want me for my niggas Lil' mama, lil' mama, stop the drama between you and my bitches And there's enough sauce to make two of me Tryna fill up my dresser with jewelry Had to leave the bitch, she ain't even switch But I can't make her make a fool of me Tryna build me a house with a pool and shit So I can fill me and my hooligans Come on lil' nigga we ain't new to this A lotta niggas on my shooter list A lotta niggas on my shooter list A lotta niggas they gon' do you quick My bitch she bad ain't no Ludacris Got a lotta money ain't know what to do with it Right or wrong, I'ma ride for my clique Know me I'ma grind for that shit Young nigga grip nice with them niggas who ride when it's lit Back then they ain't fuck with the kid I feel the fake love when it hits On some Err shit, fuck niggas, I'ma just live how it is Fuck love and these bitches I'm just tryna get rich (yeah) These new niggas gon' switch (yeah) So a young nigga gotta keep six (yeah) My bros we getting these chips (yeah) Fuck nigga mad I took his bitch (yeah) On the road we making these nips Better fall back my shooter gon' itch Keep a rasta (yeah), he gon' shot (yeah) Hit your block up (yeah) These niggas actors (yeah) Break down like fractions (yeah) Big bro gon' mop yuh Big bro gon' mop yuh Right or wrong, I'ma ride for my clique Know me I'ma grind for that shit Young nigga grip nice with them niggas who ride when it's lit Back then they ain't fuck with the kid I feel the fake love when it hits On some err shit, fuck niggas, I'ma just live how it is (Frank Joseph)