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09 No Lie - J Hus | The 15th Day Mixtape
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J Hus
J Hus
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Momodou Jallow
Momodou Jallow
Composer
Jonathan Mensah
Jonathan Mensah
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JAE5
JAE5
Producer

Lyrics

All my hitters
All my hitters
All my hitters
All my hitters
All my hitters let off the, aah
All my trappers selling that, aah
Take your girl and give her the, aah (J-O-A-T)
No lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
All my hitters let off the, aah
All my trappers selling that, aah
Take your girl and give her the, aah
No lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
Talk about Hus, you better hashtag ugly
These **** wanna try me
And that really bugs me
Let me show you how we ride out
Big fat dotty
Ain't fitting in no Nike pouch
No WhatsApp, no ring, window won't pick up
Ridin' 'round with the baddest bitch doing stick ups
Don't make a sound pussy boy, don't hiccup
Drugs on my tool
Everybody get lit up
**** never killed me
But they should've
I bang, bang and I still get moola
I bang, bang and I still get moola
Revenge tastes even sweeter than sugar
I've already lost my heart
They wanna see me lose my mind
They wanna see me use my nine
They wanna see me boogie with the devil on the dance floor
Go jail and do my time
All my hitters let off the, aah
All my trappers selling that, aah
Take your girl and give her the, aah
No lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
All my hitters let off the, aah
All my trappers selling that, aah
Take your girl and give her the, aah
No lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
I be grindin' new day
I got ninety-nine sales
I'm ready for war
I got ninety-nine bells
Go then and let off the, aah
That's ninety-nine years if that pussy boy tells
You go get this work like you're jobless
Dirty girl, I must confess
I wanna see you get topless
(I just like to suck breasts)
Say you bust guns
We don't believe you
Say you push bricks, we don't believe you
Say you fuck girls, we don't believe you
No lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
Say you bust guns, aah
Me I can show you that
But fuck a hand out
'Cause I don't owe you that
They didn't wanna know me before
Now they wanna spend time
What you phoning me for?
All my hitters let off the, aah
All my trappers selling that, aah
Take your girl and give her the, aah
No lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
All my hitters let off the, aah
All my trappers selling that, aah
Take your girl and give her the, aah
No lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
(I celebrate it)
Aah
(I celebrate it, I celebrate it)
Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
(J-O-A-T)
Written by: Jonathan Mensah, Momodou Jallow
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