笨小笨Lyin’ Bout Her Crib (Explicit)歌词由Pastor Troy演唱，出自专辑《The Best of Pastor Troy， Vol. 2 (Explicit)》，下面是《Lyin’ Bout Her Crib (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Lyin’ Bout Her Crib (Explicit)歌词完整版
Lyin' Bout Her Crib (Explicit) - Pastor Troy
This b**ch is lyin' 'bout her crib
She livin' with her ni**a
Everytime I'm over
She hidin' all his pictures
Hidin' all his clothes
Hidin' all his shoes
I can't f**k this b**ch this b**ch is bad news
This b**ch is lyin' 'bout her crib
She livin' with her ni**a
Everytime I'm over
She hidin' all his pictures
Hidin' all his clothes
Hidin' all his shoes
I can't f**k this b**ch this b**ch is bad news
This b**ch is lyin' 'bout her crib
She livin' with her ni**a
Everytime I'm over
She got my favorite liquor
Always gotta swisha
Right by her bed
I smoke that while she givin' me head
This b**ch is lyin' 'bout her crib
Know she can't afford it
Keep suckin' the dick like that
And I'll pay the morgage huh
There ain't no sortage on my paper
Baby baby we'll get to that later
This b**ch is lyin' 'bout her crib
She livin' with her ni**a
Everytime I'm over
She hidin' all his pictures
Hidin' all his clothes
Hidin' all his shoes
I can't f**k this b**ch this b**ch is bad news
This b**ch is lyin' 'bout her crib
She livin' with her ni**a
Everytime I'm over
She hidin' all his pictures
Hidin' all his clothes
Hidin' all his shoes
I can't f**k this b**ch this b**ch is bad news
This b**ch is lyin' 'bout her crib
She say she live alone
Bathroom mirror full of colonge
This b**ch is lyin' 'bout her crib
But I ain't gonna sweat her
Maybe she want me
Because I f**k her betta
She still lyin' 'bout her crib
I got this ni**a robe
I got this ni**a slippas
This ni**a gonna be blowed
I hope he don't explode
'Cause then I gotta unload
And this ain't in the car
I'm knockin' down the door
This b**ch is lyin' 'bout her crib
She livin' with her ni**a
Everytime I'm over
She hidin' all his pictures
Hidin' all his clothes
Hidin' all his shoes
I can't f**k this b**ch this b**ch is bad news
This b**ch is lyin' 'bout her crib
She livin' with her ni**a
Everytime I'm over
She hidin' all his pictures
Hidin' all his clothes
Hidin' all his shoes
I can't f**k this b**ch this b**ch is bad news
Yeah baby
I really enjoyed kickin' it out hear in ya crib
That's I'm talkin' about
Independent black woman I like that
I see you doin' ya thang you know
She looking good all the time
Baby look like it's some headlights
Pullin' up in your yard
Oh that's my ni**a
What
Your ni**a
I thought you said this your sh*t
You got me in your ni**a sh*t
I grabbed my 45 from under the bed hoe
Put that chorme thing to her muthaf**kin' head trick
Took her to the door
Let that b**ch open it up b**ch
Ni**a came in made him put his hands up
Robbery in place
Don't look at my face
B**ch said you amaze just like grace
Now you and your b**ch get against the wall
I ain't only f**kin' your b**ch I'm robbin' yall
It ain't nobody to call
I'm the only ni**a hear
Take them muthaf**kas up
Drank a muthaf**kin' beer
But ni**a that's my life
And this how I live
I f**ked your b**ch
That lie 'bout her crib
This b**ch is lyin' 'bout her crib
She livin' with her ni**a
Everytime I'm over
She hidin' all his pictures
Hidin' all his clothes
Hidin' all his shoes
I can't f**k this b**ch this b**ch is bad news
This b**ch is lyin' 'bout her crib
She livin' with her ni**a
Everytime I'm over
She hidin' all his pictures
Hidin' all his clothes
Hidin' all his shoes
I can't f**k this b**ch this b**ch is bad news
This b**ch is lyin' 'bout her crib
She livin' with her ni**a
Everytime I'm over
She hidin' all his pictures
Hidin' all his clothes
Hidin' all his shoes
I can't f**k this b**ch this b**ch is bad news
This b**ch is lyin' 'bout her crib
She livin' with her ni**a
Everytime I'm over
She hidin' all his pictures
Hidin' all his clothes
Hidin' all his shoes
I can't f**k this b**ch this b**ch is bad news
