French Montana – I Can’t Lie ft. Kodak Black & London On Da Track Lyrics.

French Montana – I Can’t Lie ft. Kodak Black & London On Da Track Lyrics.

Here is the official lyrics of “I Can’t Lie” by Popular Moroccan-American rapper and performer, French Montana featuring, Kodak Black & London On Da Track.

French Montana – I Can’t Lie ft. Kodak Black & London On Da Track Lyrics.

Yeah, yeah, ayy, Kodak
You know what it is
When you hear that “Haan” (Glee)
Yeah, I’m in London, got my beat from London

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t lie, I turned my mama house to a museum
I’m slidin’ in a BM, put my BM in a BM
I can’t lie, too much bitches, I need a new DM
AM to the PM, yeah, all my niggas Zion (Yeah)
I can’t lie, Sniper Gang, I put you on a stretcher
Swear to God, the truth don’t need no lie detector
I can’t lie, I swear to God, I’m on a whole new level
I can’t lie, I spent like half a ticket on the bezel

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Put my mama on a golf course, caught a fish in the crib
Free the nigga to the cеilin’, I’m in too deep like Navy SEAL
With my codeine, I pop a sеal, like on the real, I’m in the field
On the real, I’m trained to kill, like on the real, I stacked a mill’
I can’t even lie, I’m so fly, that why they call me Bill
But my nigga lost a trial, but he ’bout to come home on a pill
I’m feelin’ like I’m Kunta Kinte ’cause we gon’ do slavery still
I can’t lie, I’m Israel, I can’t lie, this shit real
I came home to Israel, yeah, I’m on that Jewish shit
Got on all this Louis, now is not the time to shoot a bitch
I can’t even sneeze in public, they might try to sue a bitch
I’m slidin’ in that orange-colored, but I ain’t on no fruity shit

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t lie, I turned my mama house to a museum
I’m slidin’ in a BM, put my BM in a BM
I can’t lie, too much bitches, I need a new DM
AM to the PM, yeah, all my niggas Zion (Yeah)
I can’t lie, Sniper Gang, I put you on a stretcher
Swear to God, the truth don’t need no lie detector
I can’t lie, I swear to God, I’m on a whole new level
I can’t lie, I spent like half a ticket on the bezel

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Copped my auntie a crib, I copped a new Bugatti
Man, these hoes ain’t safe, I’m on my Irv Gotti (Woo)
I can’t lie, I’ve been ridin’ with that fire (Bah-bah)
I’ve been gettin’ fried since the seven-five, when Max lost the trial (Wavy)
If she did you dirty once, she gon’ do it twice
My dawg popped a fake Perc’, man, he lost his life
I can’t lie, turned my mother crib a colosseum (‘Seum)
Still do it for Chinx, ’til the day that I’ma see him
Told my bitch “You the one,” got these hoes on my auction
Rather be talked about, than be doin’ all the talkin’
Same niggas shot me up, they never found the body
I can’t lie, I’m so fly, that’s why they call me Holly

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t lie, I turned my mama house to a museum
I’m slidin’ in a BM, put my BM in a BM
I can’t lie, too much bitches, I need a new DM
AM to the PM, yeah, all my niggas Zion (Yeah)
I can’t lie, Sniper Gang, I put you on a stretcher
Swear to God, the truth don’t need no lie detector
I can’t lie, I swear to God, I’m on a whole new level
I can’t lie, I spent like half a ticket on the bezel

[Outro: Kodak Black]
I’m in London, got my beat from London

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