Penthouse Blue

Shit, why you tryna front like you was never in love?

I fuck you, you fuck me, girl, you knew what it was

Baby, don't you tell me you don't love me (yeah, ah)

I fuck you once again, I make you fall back in love

We gon' have gangsta sex 'cause, girl, you know I'm a thug

Baby, don't you tell me you don't love me (yeah)

Now, why the fuck would you go lie and

Tell them hos you don't love me?

Dubbin' and dissin' me like I was some sort of scrub

And when you play like that, you know you make me feel ugly

Bitch, I'm playin' these streets, I need somebody to hug me

Ho, I get out of pocket when I'm sippin' this muddy

Come put that pussy on me like your nigga in trouble

I stick this dick off in you and I tell you, "I love you"

Now say that shit back, even if you lie when we fuckin'

Oh, oh

Girl, I was thuggin'

Hate when you be lyin', sayin' that we ain't fuckin'

When that dick get deep, you feel it way in your stomach

Ho, don't ever try to act like you wouldn't love me, love

Shit, why you tryna front like you was never in love?

I fuck you, you fuck me, girl, you knew what it was

Baby, don't you tell me you don't love me (yeah, ah)

I fuck you once again, I make you fall back in love

We gon' have gangsta sex 'cause, girl, you know I'm a thug

Baby, don't you tell me you don't love me (yeah)

Bitch, you know exactly what it ain't, what it was

I get disrespectful when I'm takin' these drugs

She gon' take this dick and that shit all for a buzz

I run through her tunnel like I'm Harriet Tubman

Hold on, look

No, you got it all twisted up

I lie because I do love you, girl

If I told you the truth all the time

Then that means I don't care about you

I'm out in these streets tellin' these hos the truth

I lie to you 'cause I care about your feelings

Ay, say that you ain't with that nigga

I know you lyin' to me, bitch, I know you tryna be slick

You wanna put a label on this, but I ain't tryna be shit

You think I'm stupid, ho, you know I know you lie to me, bitch

Never wanted me rich

You say you try to be loyal, you still lie to me, bitch

Try to leave me for that fuckboy, you thought he was rich

Now I'm laughin' at you both since the economy switched

You know I passed on hos, I never sweat for a bitch

'Cause a ho gon' be a ho and you got clear on the wrist

I'ma slide to I-95, swervin' and shit

Been in my feelings, thinkin' you did this on purpose and shit

I know you lie to me, bitch

I'm still embarrassed by the shit that I would buy for this bitch

But I tried for you, bitch

Any time that she would call, I would slide for this bitch

Caught you runnin' out his condo, you were tryna be low

Here I am thinkin' you was tryna be more

Nigga gave you everythin' like I was signin' this ho

Put you in that high fashion, high designin' this ho

Supposed to lie to them niggas, but why you lie to me, though?

Sit back and blaze the grabba, crack the Casamigo'

She really lied to me, she really lied to me

I used to kiss them lips to give 'em my protection

Now she just another bitch in my collection, mm

I know you lie to me, bitch

He got a hand on his tool, not doin' pottery, bitch

I'm 'bout to slap that nigga face, I'm 'bout to powder my shit

I'm really in my feelings, I gotta get out of them shits

In my cell, I close my eyes and see her ridin' my dick

Now I close my eyes and just see her lyin' with this nigga