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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fred F Simmons
Songwriter
Lyrics
Niggas is liars, and these bitches startin' fires
Why these niggas wearin' wires
I ain't spinnin' with him, he ain't got no priors
I hate liars, I hate bitches that start fires
I hate niggas that wear wires
I ain't spinnin' with him, he ain't got no priors
No surprises, ain't no middlemen, I wanna meet suppliers
I don't play or put my gangster on display, so do not try it
I hate liars, I hate bitches that start fires
I hate niggas that wear wires
I ain't spinnin' with him, he ain't got no priors
No surprises, ain't no middlemen, I wanna meet suppliers
I don't play or put my gangster on display, so do not try it
This for them real ones that (shh shh)
When they pill somethin', no upload, no new posts
Leave the phones home when they eat somethin
It's go time, not show time, and it's your time
If they catch you, if you get away, then you special
No evidence to come get you
See, I never try to act too hard
Cause a nigga really know shit real
And I never gotta say too much
One look and you know I will
You no real, gon' recognize real
When the killer's in the spot, you better chill
I can see it in your eye, you don't really wanna die
So why you gotta talk shit still
You let a ho make you feel like a man
I'm the man and your bitch been a fan
Put a grand on your head and your ass in the ground
For the grand, even hit the man hand, I don't think you understand
I hate liars, I hate bitches that start fires
I hate niggas that wear wires
I ain't spinnin' with him, he ain't got no priors
No surprises, ain't no middlemen, I wanna meet suppliers
I don't play or put my gangster on display
So do not try it
Tell me what you want me to do
Matter of fact, tell me what you want from me
Got a suite at the Grand Marquis
Feelin' like it's spring again, I'm a Biz Marquis
All about the Benjamins and crack daddies
Shorty named Cinnamon, am I right, baby
She was at the gun range with the 223
Game insane, but please believe me
Got niggas pillow talkin', dead men walkin
They just liars when they see the symphony
On display, headlinin' on flights
Goddamn, these niggas so fake
The life they livin', I can't relate
Tryna be somethin' other than yourself won't be long
For a nigga just break wristgates for OPJs
Single-handed killin' niggas like I'm OBJ
I ain't got time to be beefin' on the net
I'm a grown man, I do it the OG way
Push one button for the goons with the guns
When them shits go off, bet your crew gon' run
That's when them niggas gon' start snitchin
That's when the boys in blue gon' come
And my gangsta be on display
So, motherfucker, don't try it
Them wolf tickets that you're tryna sell me
My nigga, I just came by it
Got no prize, I hate liars
I hate bitches that start fires
I hate niggas that wear wires
I ain't spinnin' with him
He ain't got no prize, no surprises
Ain't no middleman, I wanna meet suppliers
I don't play or put my gangsta on display
So, do not try it
I hate liars
I hate bitches that start fires
I hate niggas that wear wires
I ain't spinnin' with him
He ain't got no prize, no surprises
Ain't no middleman, I wanna meet suppliers
I don't play or put my gangsta on display
So, do not try it
When you see me, don't say shit, man
Shut the fuck up, nigga
Point me to the big man
Where he at
No hard for you niggas, I feel like the Tin Man
Ha, that's right
Came in with three-year-old, met Tin Man
Short, nigga
Don't tell me you that nigga, cause I been there
Do not try it
The Biggest
Writer(s): Fred Simmons
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