I Can’t Lie Lyrics – French Montana, Kodak Black, and London On Da Track

I Can’t Lie Lyrics latest English song by French Montana, Kodak Black, and London On Da Track. Lyrics were written by French Montana and Kodak Black, and Produced by London On Da Track

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French Montana, Kodak Black, and London On Da Track I Can’t Lie Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, ayy, Kodak
You know what it is
When you hear that “Haan”
Yeah
I’m in London, got my beat from London

I can’t lie, I turned my mama house to a museum
I’m slidin’ in a BM, put my BM in a BM
I can’t lie, so much b*tches, I need a new [?]
Ayy, I’m too appealin’, yeah, all my n*ggas Zion (Yeah)
I can’t lie, Sniper Gang, I put you on a stretcher
Swear to God, the truth don’t need no lie detector
I can’t lie, I swear to God, I’m on a whole new level
I can’t lie, I spent like half a ticket on the bezzel

Through my mama on the golf course, caught a fish in the crib
Free the n*gga to thе ceilin’, I’m in too deep, like David
With my codeinе, I pop a seal, like on the real, I’m in the field
On the real, I’m tryna kill, like on the real, I stacked a mill’
I can’t even lie, I’m so fly, that’s why they call me Bill
My n*gga lost a trial, but he ’bout to come home on a pill
I’m feelin’ like I’m Kunta Kinte, ’cause we gon’ do slavery still
I can’t lie, I’m Israel, I can’t lie, this shit real
I can’t [?] Israel, yeah, I’m on that Jewish shit
Got on all this Louis, now is not the time to shoot a b*tch
I can’t even sneeze in public, they might try to sue a b*tch
I’m slidin’ in that orange-colored, but I ain’t on no fruity shit

I can’t lie, I turned my mama house to a museum
I’m slidin’ in a BM, put my BM in a BM
I can’t lie, so much b*tches, I need a new [?]
Ayy, I’m too appealin’, yeah, all my n*ggas Zion (Yeah)
I can’t lie, Sniper Gang, I put you on a stretcher
Swear to God, the truth don’t need no lie detector
I can’t lie, I swear to God, I’m on a whole new level
I can’t lie, I spent like half a ticket on the bezzel

Copped my auntie a crib, I copped a new Bugatti
Man, these hoes ain’t safe, I’m on my Irv Gotti (Woo)
I can’t lie, I’ve been ridin’ with that fire (Bah-bah-bah)
I’ve been gettin’ fried since the seven-five, when Max lost the trial (Wavy)
If she did you dirty once, she gon’ do it twice (Twice)
My dawg popped a fake Perc’, man, he lost his life
I can’t lie, turned my mother crib a Colosseum
Still do it for Chinx, ’til the day that I’ma see him
Told my b*tch “You the one”, got these hoes on my auction
Rather be talked about than me doin’ all the talkin’
Same n*gga shot me up, they never found the body
I can’t lie, I’m so fly, that’s why they call me Holly

I can’t lie, I turned my mama house to a museum
I’m slidin’ in a BM, put my BM in a BM
I can’t lie, so much b*tches, I need a new [?]
Ayy, I’m too appealin’, yeah, all my n*ggas Zion (Yeah)
I can’t lie, Sniper Gang, I put you on a stretcher
Swear to God, the truth don’t need no lie detector
I can’t lie, I swear to God, I’m on a whole new level
I can’t lie, I spent like half a ticket on the bezzel

I’m in London, got my beat from London

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