Lyin' Bout Her Crib Intro-Pastor Troy

[Chorus:] Dis bitch is lyin bout her crib she livin wit a nigga Everytime I'm ova she hidin all his pictues Hidin all his clothes hidin all his shoes I can't f**k this bitch, this bitch is bad news Dis bitch is lyin bout her crib she livin wit a nigga Everytime I'm ova she hidin all his pictures Hidin all his clothes hidin all his shoes I can't f**k this bitch this bitch is bad news [Verse 1:] Dis bitch is lyin bout her crib, she livin wit a nigga Everytime I'm ova she got my favorite liquor Always got a swisha right by her bed I smoke dat while she givin me head Dis bitch is lyin bout her crib kno she can't afford it Keep suckin dis dick like that and I'll pay da mortgage huh There ain't no shortage on my paper We'll get to that later [Chorus:] Dis bitch is lyin bout her crib she livin wit a nigga Everytime I'm ova she hidin all his pictues Hidin all his clothes hidin all his shoes I can't f**k this bitch, this bitch is bad news Dis bitch is lyin bout her crib she livin wit a nigga Everytime I'm ova she hidin all his pictures Hidin all his clothes hidin all his shoes I can't f**k this bitch this bitch is bad news [Verse 2:] Dis bitch is lyin bout her crib she say she live alone Bathroom mirror full of cologne Dis bitch is lyin bout her crib but I ain't gone sweat her Maybe she want me because I f**k her better But she still lyin bout her crib I got dis nigga rob I got dis nigga slippers Dis nigga‘s gonna be blowed, I hope he don't explode Cause then I gotta unload, and this ain't in the car I'm knockin down da door [Chorus:] Dis bitch is lyin bout her crib she livin wit a nigga Everytime I'm ova she hidin all his pictues Hidin all his clothes hidin all his shoes I can't f**k this bitch, this bitch is bad news Dis bitch is lyin bout her crib she livin wit a nigga Everytime I'm ova she hidin all his pictures Hidin all his clothes hidin all his shoes I can't f**k this bitch this bitch is bad news [Talkin:] Yea baby I'm really enjoyin kickin it out here wit yo crib and shit dats wat I'm talkin bout man a independent black woman I like dat (thank you) I see you doin yo thang you kno shit lookin good (yea you kno I try, I try) all the time Baby (whassup) it look like some its headlights pullin up in yo yard (oo dats my nigga) Wat (oo get yo shit and get in the closet) yo nigga I thought you said dis yo shit you got me in yo nigga shit bitch [Bridge:] I grabbed my 45 from under da bed (hoe) Put that chrome thang to her motherf**kin head (trick) Took her to da door let dat bitch open it up (bitch) Nigga came in made him put his hands up Robbery in place, don't look in my face Bitch say you amazing just like grace Now you and yo bitch get against da wall I ain't only f**kin yo bitch nigga I'm robbin yall It ain't nobody to call, I'm da only nigga here Tape dem motherf**kers up, drank a motherf**kin beer Nigga dats my life (dats my life)and dis how I live (dis how i live) F**k dem bitches (f**k dem bitches) dat lie bout dey crib [Chorus:] Dis bitch is lyin bout her crib she livin wit a nigga Everytime I'm ova she hidin all his pictues Hidin all his clothes hidin all his shoes I can't f**k this bitch, this bitch is bad news Dis bitch is lyin bout her crib she livin wit a nigga Everytime I'm ova she hidin all his pictures Hidin all his clothes hidin all his shoes I can't f**k this bitch this bitch is bad news [x2]