GoldLink feat. Wizkid - No Lie

Act like you don't know me, me no lie
I do this thing and I do this thing for real, me no lie
Got a couple girls and guys weh go die for me, me no lie
Buss' up the party and everyting tun up, me no lie
Call up the peeps one time, everything nice and fine, me no lie
Roll up the green one time, dem girls, they're nice and fine, me no lie
Mama told me, "Boy, don't stop, don't give up", me no lie
Started from the streets, to my mandem, big up

Yeah, GoldLink is a good example for the assholes and the adolescents
Big dawg with a great smile, look like shark poker, yeah they get aggressive
Skin glossy than a mothafucka, teeth sharper than my lip
So my teeth cut my lip, I put a diamond on that bitch
Jewish star for the set, yeah this summer had us movin' different
Tat an eagle on my neck, 'cause this winter we was flyin' different
And my niggas show and prove, still be rappin' like I'm broke
How a youngin' this smooth? I'm really daddy with the stroke, yeah uh

Act like you don't know me, me no lie
I do this thing and I do this thing for real, me no lie
Got a couple girls and guys weh go die for me, me no lie
Buss' up the party and everyting tun up, me no lie
Call up the peeps one time, everything nice and fine, me no lie
Roll up the green one time, dem girls, they're nice and fine, me no lie
Mama told me, "Boy, don't stop, don't give up", me no lie
Started from the streets, to my mandem, big up

Me no lie, me no lie, me no lie, me no lie
Me no lie, me no lie, me no lie, me no lie
Me no lie, me no lie, me no lie, me no lie
Me no lie, me no lie, me no lie, me no lie
Me no lie

Yeah
Me no lie
Me no lie
Ay

Yeah, I'm hella movin' different
Went from duckin' coppers, now we duckin' paparazzi now
Fine lil' tall black chick with an accent, she a model now
Drinkin' bubbly liquor while I'm starin' at her, lookin' nothin' like she talk
They remember when I was a youngin', had the .40 draggin' when they walk, huh
Blue flaggin' while I'm parasailin' with the boys and models out in Italy
Couple months ago, I was in the city on a date with a singer ting
You prolly know her, yet I never show, and she told me how she get security
But I always tell her I'm a hood nigga and this famous shit is new to me
Been down with the leg walk, old Versace for the jeans
I understand how my plug talk, I got Cuban in my genes
Never cubic on my neck, I got diamonds that'll bling
I got shooters that'll blitz, and all you'll hear is dirty screams
Give me neck, give me neck, uh, trade my girl for a jet, uh
Trade her soul for some pocket change
Want the world, nothin' less
Kill a rapper for respect, huh
Kill a rapper for respect, huh
Kill a nigga for a North Face
And some braggin' rights and a TEC

(Skrrt, skrrt) truth teller, truth teller
(Skrrt, skrrt) I'm never gon' let up
(Skrrt, skrrt) back, back, back-ity-back, God, get 'em
(Skrrt, skrrt) new levels, new levels
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Writers: D'Anthony Carlos, Richard Isong, Casyo Johnson, Yinka Bankole, Karl Wilson, Badriia Ines Bourelly

Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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