67 lyrics for "Tell me lies"
Is you 'bout it, 'bout it? 'Bout it, 'bout it Your body, your body is pure gold Is you 'bout it, 'bout it The way you prove you're 'bout it girl Stop telling those lies about me girl I might just call you back one day Swear to God, might fuck with this
PlayA man can tell a thousand lies I've learned my lesson well Hope I live to tell The secret I have learned, 'till then It will burn inside of me The truth is never far behind You kept it hidden well If I live to tell The secret I knew then
PlayLies, lies, lies You told me this, you told me that You're tryin' to tell me, tell me where it's at You said you loved me, I can see through that You left me hangin', hangin' from a limb You said you loved me, then you left with him Lord you did to me, I
PlaySally scanned me right out the condo How quick, How quick the mind goes Game meets game that's how the life goes Stripped the boy out of his house coat Higggggggh, high up in the sky Cold as ice Tell no lies Sally, Sally
PlayKnowin' that bad guys tell mad lies? (Sometimes you want more than just a honey wit ass) Why do good girls (what what what) like bad guys? (And why do) Dog niggas (want a honey wit class?) Why do (good girls) like bad guys Hey yo boo, why do (good girls)
PlayWhen I pick up on that smell Pick it up and run like hell Little woman save me some Better get up on your run So much more than Charlie's wakin' me To my core and Charlie's shakin' me And tell my story
PlayCareless talk Jealous talk That's what you heard about me That's what I heard about you Everybody's telling lies I don't even know why Why can't people Find something better to do I don't believe what they say
PlayLet me be your friend Baby, let me in 'Cause I got you, you, oh You, I got you, I got you We can get high, oh, nah-nah-nah We can get low, oh, nah-nah-nah Tell you no lies, oh, nah-nah-nah We can get lost, oh, nah-nah-nah Take it all off, oh, nah-nah-nah
PlayI heard you tellin' lies I heard you say you weren't born of our blood I know we're the crooked kind But you're crooked too, boy, and it shows Some get dealt simple hands Some walk the common paths, all nice and worn But all folks are damaged goods It
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