ENHANCE - Pretty Little Liar

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

Written by:
Luca Goad

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