Artist: 2 Chainz f/ Drake
Album:  Based on a T.R.U. Story
Song:   No Lie
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

[Intro]
{*MIKE WILL MADE IT*}
Yo.. T.R.U.! (2 CHAINZ!)

[2 Chainz]
I am smokin on that gas, life should be on Cinemax - Movie
Bought my boo bigger tits and a bigger ass
Who he's, not I, I smoke strong, that Popeye
Louie V's in my archives, black diamonds, apartheid
Bread up and my top down; on the block with a block out
Hit ya ass with that blaka, dope enough to go in yo' nostrils
I take your girl and kidnap her, beat her to my mattress
But skeleton in my closet, it's probably one of these dead ass rappers
It's probably one these pussy-ass niggaz, don't try me I'll pull that trigger
Got your car note in my cup, and your rent in my Swisher
That pussy so good I miss ya, head game's so vicious (vicious)
And all I get is cheese (cheese) like I'm takin pictures (uhh)

[Chorus: Drake]
I say fuck you 'less I'm wit' ya
If I take you out of the picture I know real niggaz won't miss ya
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-ay-ee-ay
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-ay-ee-ay
Real niggaz say word, ye ain't never told no lie, ye ain't never told no lie {*2X*}
Real niggaz say true, ye ain't never told no lie, ye ain't never told no lie
That's a thing I don't do, nah I just do it for the niggaz
that are tryin to see a million 'fore they die - whattup?

[Drake]
2 Chainz and Champagne, you want true? That's true enough
Forbes list like every year, my office is my tour bus
She came through, she brought food, she got fucked, she knew whassup
She think I'm the realest out and I say "Damn, that makes two of us"
Ohh that look like what's her name, chances are it's whats her name
Chances are if she was actin up then I fucked her once and never fucked again
She could have a Grammy, I still treat her ass like a nominee
Just need to know what that pussy like so one time is fine with me
Young as an intern, with money like I built the shit
Streets talking they'll confirm, go ask them who just killed the shit
Stay keepin my cup full, so I'm extra charged like a state tax
Me and Chainz go way back, we don't talk shit, we just say facts

[Chorus]

[2 Chainz]
Name a nigga that want some, I'll out rap his ass out-trap his ass
Put his ass in a plastic bag with his trashy ass, take him out
Bring 'em in them whole things, Tupac without a nose ring
+Thug Life+ one wife, a mistress and a girlfriend
I did what they say I wouldn't, went where they say I couldn't (true)
Y.S.L. belt buckle, y'all niggaz sho' is lookin~!
Y'all niggaz sho' ain't lucky, 2 Chainz on my rugby
Left hand on that steerin wheel, right hand on that pussy!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Word.. word! T.R.U.