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lie (feat. lieu) - SEBii.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : SEBii
[00:00.00] 作曲 : SEBii
[00:00.00] 编曲 : SEBii
[00:00.00]Like, why did you just have to lie in my face? (Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa)
[00:04.08]All those times that you cried, was that shit all fake?
[00:07.47]Why do you gotta deny every mistake that you make?
[00:10.89]I thought I was that guy that you said you can never replace
[00:15.12]Now they see that we up (Up)
[00:16.92][Post-Chorus: SEBii]
[00:19.11]They wanna say, whats up? (Ah)
[00:22.53]I'm the shit that they don't wanna flush (Ah)
[00:26.52]I count my chips double dip, extra
[00:28.74]So speedy, I did it in a rush (I did it in a rush, da-da)
[00:30.96][Verse 1: lieu ]
[00:32.79]I don't **** with no lames
[00:33.96]Don't talk to me, you a ****ing no-name
[00:35.85]Hey, who are you? They don't know me
[00:37.80]Posted up with SEBii, counting money like some fiends
[00:39.78]Keep sneak dissing, I'll be sure to make 'em bleed
[00:41.55]And the gas mask on, Glocks under my sleeve
[00:43.44]If they talk down to ya', guess who they wanna be
[00:45.39]Isn't that so crazy? (Ha-ha!)
[00:48.24]Hit a [?] and I already ran through it
[00:51.75]Blat! [?] what the cash doin', metal on my hip, please don't run, I'm tryna act stupid
[00:56.01]Just a bag, but he's lost to it, I could—I could never bring some money I'm attached to it
[00:59.64]Fake ass gun and he can't shoot it
[01:01.35]Give a **** about my sons, no, I can't do it
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[01:05.01]My Love Mine All Mine
[01:05.43]Mitski
[01:05.64][Bridge: lieu]
[01:05.85]Like, how I'm 15 and you're my son?
[01:06.42]That shit don't even make sense, you're older than me
[01:07.38]And I made your career, never talk about me again [?] (Die)
[01:10.59][Pre-Chorus: lieu]
[01:11.64]And he stuck in the basement
[01:12.99][?] in the crib [?]
[01:14.97]When he talk, I don't listen 'cause he nameless
[01:16.92][?] got me one with the pavement
[01:19.47]Uppin' poles, bitch I am dead
[01:20.85]And you all know why I act famous
[01:22.80]If you're gonna talk shit, boy, save it
[01:24.72]And I'm up, bro, you know I'ma make it
[01:26.37][Chorus: SEBii]
[01:27.60]Like, why did you just have to lie in my face?
[01:31.47]All those times that you cried, was that shit all fake?
[01:34.89]Why do you gotta deny every mistake that you make?
[01:38.34]I thought I was that guy that you said you can never replace
[01:42.57]Now they see that we up
[01:44.16][Verse 2: SEBii]
[01:44.49]Now they see us, wanna be us
[01:46.08]All the competition, I'ma just clean up
[01:47.79]Competition so clingy they wanna screenshot
[01:49.80]Oppositions, they pull up with sticks, so we gotta pop
[01:51.72]Opposite sights like fight night to the right
[01:53.76]Freestyle like a cipher, I don't write
[01:55.65]Da Vinci, decipher me, analyze
[01:57.75]Permanent life, spray-paint vandalize
文本歌词
作词 : SEBii
作曲 : SEBii
编曲 : SEBii
Like, why did you just have to lie in my face? (Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa)
All those times that you cried, was that shit all fake?
Why do you gotta deny every mistake that you make?
I thought I was that guy that you said you can never replace
Now they see that we up (Up)
They wanna say, whats up? (Ah)
I'm the shit that they don't wanna flush (Ah)
I count my chips double dip, extra
So speedy, I did it in a rush (I did it in a rush, da-da)
I don't **** with no lames
Don't talk to me, you a ****ing no-name
Hey, who are you? They don't know me
Posted up with SEBii, counting money like some fiends
Keep sneak dissing, I'll be sure to make 'em bleed
And the gas mask on, Glocks under my sleeve
If they talk down to ya', guess who they wanna be
Isn't that so crazy? (Ha-ha!)
Hit a and I already ran through it
Blat! what the cash doin', metal on my hip, please don't run, I'm tryna act stupid
Just a bag, but he's lost to it, I could—I could never bring some money I'm attached to it
Fake ass gun and he can't shoot it
Give a **** about my sons, no, I can't do it
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movinglikeazombie (remix)
ericdoa & umru
greedy
Tate McRae
My Love Mine All Mine
Mitski
Like, how I'm 15 and you're my son?
That shit don't even make sense, you're older than me
And I made your career, never talk about me again (Die)
And he stuck in the basement
in the crib
When he talk, I don't listen 'cause he nameless
got me one with the pavement
Uppin' poles, bitch I am dead
And you all know why I act famous
If you're gonna talk shit, boy, save it
And I'm up, bro, you know I'ma make it
Like, why did you just have to lie in my face?
All those times that you cried, was that shit all fake?
Why do you gotta deny every mistake that you make?
I thought I was that guy that you said you can never replace
Now they see that we up
Now they see us, wanna be us
All the competition, I'ma just clean up
Competition so clingy they wanna screenshot
Oppositions, they pull up with sticks, so we gotta pop
Opposite sights like fight night to the right
Freestyle like a cipher, I don't write
Da Vinci, decipher me, analyze
Permanent life, spray-paint vandalize