Pretty Little Liar Lyrics

Woah

Woah

She's a pretty little Liar

Overanalyser

She lit like a matchstick

Lit like a lighter

And she want to make a story

Babygirl I ain't a writter

And we cooking it with heat

Like we burning up some fire

Lit, on the ride home

Left, took the right road

Killing them, Survival

But baby what do, I know

I don't know nothing

I don't really know anything at all

Whenever I'm without you baby

Feels like I'm going through withdrawals

I might pop out on your block

Every single day

I heard you got my message

So I guess you know what I'm gon' say

Bitch it's Enhance we pop out

I'm running with my glock out

Shoot you in your face two times

Get your rocks off

Bitch I walk inside the function

And there ain't nobody watching

All the others on some fuck shit

Popped a pill I guess it's fuck it

With your home girl I been bumping

While you sipping robitussin

And we cooking up some heat everyday

Bitch we locked in

Locked in like my day ones

I ran it up I got the bag twice

Hope you'd say some

I popped a perc and popped another one

I hope they laced them

And I don't fuck with your bitch

Because she don't know how to face them

Yeah, she don't know how to do

Her own shit on her own time

And she wasted her own bag

So she came back and she got mine

And I'm smoking in the studio

You know I need to get high

And I can't fuck with you

'Cus you know I can't think right

Can't think straight

Can't think straight

Can't think straight

Can't think straight

Can't think straight

Baby you know you not the one

45 right on my hip

You know I'm toting the guns

Yeah, I stay with the lead

Run up on me your dead

We turn your body into Carti

Call it whole lotta red

Call it whole lotta red

You run up on me your dying

And I stay with the lead

I been fucked up

Overanalysing my thoughts

And you just fucked up

Telling me about what you thought

And you gon' see me how I see you

I'm fucked up in a bathroom

I don't know how I got here

And I don't see all my issues

Issues baby

Yeah you got them too

We're fucked up together

So we don't know what to do

My past life had me fucked up

Wasted, strung up

Old friends, moved on

Passed out, their gone

Wake up on the floor on a mattress

I don't know where I am

Fucking with your hoe

In the back of a Trans Am

Glock on my waist, boutta bust

Shit it's boutta cum

Run it up, got the bag twice

Just to fuck with them

Just to fuck with them

Oh, woah