Lyin' Bout Her Crib 2-Pastor Troy

[Chorus:] Dis b**ch is lyin bout her crib she livin wit a ni**a Everytime I'm ova she hidin all his pictues Hidin all his clothes hidin all his shoes I can't f**k this b**ch, this b**ch is bad news Dis b**ch is lyin bout her crib she livin wit a ni**a Everytime I'm ova she hidin all his pictures Hidin all his clothes hidin all his shoes I can't f**k this b**ch this b**ch is bad news [Verse 1:] Dis b**ch is lyin bout her crib, she livin wit a ni**a 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 b**ch 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 b**ch is lyin bout her crib she livin wit a ni**a Everytime I'm ova she hidin all his pictues Hidin all his clothes hidin all his shoes I can't f**k this b**ch, this b**ch is bad news Dis b**ch is lyin bout her crib she livin wit a ni**a Everytime I'm ova she hidin all his pictures Hidin all his clothes hidin all his shoes I can't f**k this b**ch this b**ch is bad news [Verse 2:] Dis b**ch is lyin bout her crib she say she live alone Bathroom mirror full of cologne Dis b**ch 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 ni**a rob I got dis ni**a slippers Dis ni**a'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 b**ch is lyin bout her crib she livin wit a ni**a Everytime I'm ova she hidin all his pictues Hidin all his clothes hidin all his shoes I can't f**k this b**ch, this b**ch is bad news Dis b**ch is lyin bout her crib she livin wit a ni**a Everytime I'm ova she hidin all his pictures Hidin all his clothes hidin all his shoes I can't f**k this b**ch this b**ch is bad news [Talkin:] Yea baby I'm really enjoyin kickin it out here wit yo crib and sh*t Dats wat i'm talkin bout man a independent black woman i like dat (thank you) I see you doin yo thang you kno sh*t 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 ni**a) Wat (oo get yo sh*t and get in the closet) yo ni**a I thought you said dis yo sh*t You got me in yo ni**a sh*t b**ch [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 b**ch open it up (b**ch) Ni**a came in made him put his hands up Robbery in place, don't look in my face B**ch say you amazing just like grace Now you and yo b**ch get against da wall I ain't only f**kin yo b**ch ni**a I'm robbin yall It ain't nobody to call, I'm da only ni**a here Tape dem motherf**kers up, drank a motherf**kin beer Ni**a dats my life (dats my life)and dis how I live (dis how i live) F**k dem b**ches (f**k dem b**ches) dat lie bout dey crib [Chorus:] Dis b**ch is lyin bout her crib she livin wit a ni**a Everytime I'm ova she hidin all his pictues Hidin all his clothes hidin all his shoes I can't f**k this b**ch, this b**ch is bad news Dis b**ch is lyin bout her crib she livin wit a ni**a Everytime I'm ova she hidin all his pictures Hidin all his clothes hidin all his shoes I can't f**k this b**ch this b**ch is bad news [x2]