Lil Xan – No Lies Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Xan, Bobby Johnson Beats]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat
Yeah, yeah, yeah, aye

[Hook: Lil Xan]
Pray to God, like Allah
Please slit my throat
And when you die, wanna die
Please slit my throat
You see me high, almost died
Almost slit my throat
They gonna cry, when you die, because it’s just how it goes

[Verse: Lil Xan]
Yeah, them heartbreaks, I made so many mistakes
Like “this bitch might just be the one”
They use me, they wanna be someone
Like just go and get yourself a job
I cannot be compared to y’all
And if I do not make it, tell my mom this life is fake
And I don’t wanna see mistakes, same ones I made when I was basic
(Aye, when I was basic, yeah)
(When I was basic, yeah)
Yeah, I rap, but I still fly coach
Yeah, I’m rich, but I still don’t boast
Yeah, I’m sad, please slit my throat
Yeah, I’m sad, please slit my throat
(Sad, please slit my throat)
Heartbreak soldier
Caffeine, drinking soda
Flip her up like some yogurt
Stick inside my mind
I need some peace
I need indulgence

[Hook: Lil Xan]
Pray to God, like Allah
Please slit my throat
And when you die, wanna die
Please slit my throat
You see me high, almost died
Almost slit my throat
They gonna cry, when you die, because it’s just how it goes

[Verse: Lil Skies]
Okay so, this little light of mine
Tattoos all down my spine
Everybody know that I’m on my grind
Always at a place where the sun don’t shine
The media wanna make me a bad guy
I don’t know if I’m happy, you’re right
I stay inside, and I pray up to Christ
Hoping one day I don’t end my life
Way too depressed to express how I feel
Only smoke weed, sometimes I want pills
Since the nightmare, I don’t know what’s real
She came back around since I got that deal
I don’t want friends, I want happiness
She did me dirty, it’s “fuck that bitch”
I was so broke, but now I’m rich
Still the same game, still the game cliques
Xanarchy shit
Until that ho make a wish
Feel a touch when we kiss
My hands on her hips
Fell in love with her lips
Make her swallow my kids
The world is so evil
While we’re lost in the mix
Trying to make it make sense
I wanna know:
Does it matter to you that I don’t have no fucks to give, bitch!

[Hook: Lil Xan]
Pray to God, like Allah
Please slit my throat
And when you die, wanna die
Please slit my throat
You see me high, almost died
Almost slit my throat
They gonna cry, when you die, because it’s just how it goes

[Outro]
It’s just how it goes
It’s just how it goes
[?] just how it goes
[?] just how it goes
Never, ever ever wanna let you go

Lil Xan – Lies Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, ugh
Yeah, yeah
You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, ay

[Chorus: Lil Xan]
Pray to god like Allah
Please slit my throat
And when you lie, I wanna die
Please slit my throat
You seen me high, almost died
When I slit my throat
They gonna cry when you die
Cause that’s just how it goes
Pray to god like Allah
Please slit my throat
And when you lie, I wanna die
Please slit my throat
You seen me high, almost died
When I slit my throat
They gonna cry when you die
Cause that’s just how it goes

[Verse 1: Lil Xan]
Yeah, no more heartbreaks
I made so many mistakes
Like this bitch might just be the one
They use me, they wanna be someone
Like “Go and get yourself a job”
I cannot be compared to y’all
And if I do not make it, tell me mom this life is fake
And I don’t wanna seem to seek same ones I made when I was basic (when I was basic yeah, when I was basic yeah)
Yeah I rap, but I still fly coach
Yeah I’m rich, but I still don’t boast
Yeah I’m sad, please slit my throat
Yeah I’m sad, please slit my throat (I’m sad, please slit my throat)
Heartbreak soldier, caffeine, drinking soda
Flip her like some yola
Stuck inside my mind, I need some peace, I need a dojo
Said I’m stuck inside my mind, I need some peace, I need a do-jo

[Chorus: Lil Xan]
Pray to god like Allah
Please slit my throat
And when you lie, I wanna die
Please slit my throat
You seen me high, almost died
When I slit my throat
They gonna cry when you die
Cause that’s just how it goes
Pray to god like Allah
Please slit my throat
And when you lie, I wanna die
Please slit my throat
You seen me high, almost died
When I slit my throat
They gonna cry when you die
Cause that’s just how it goes

[Verse 2: Lil Skies]
Okay, so this little light of mine
Tattoos all down my spine
Everybody know that I’m on my grind
Always at a place where the sun don’t shine
The media wanna make me a bad guy
I don’t know if I’m happy, or right
I stay inside, and I pray up to Christ
Hoping one day, I don’t end my life
Way to depressed to express how I feel
Only smoke weed sometimes or on pills
Just a nightmare, I don’t know what’s real
She came back around since I got that deal
I don’t want friends, I want happy niche
She did me dirty, it’s fuck that bitch
I was so broke, but now I’m rich
Still the same gang, still the same clique
Xanarchy shit, tell that hoe make a wish
From the touch when we kiss
My hands on her hips, fell in love with her lips
Make her swallow my kids
The world is so evil, while we lost in the mix
Tryna’ make it make sense
So I wanna know does it matter to you
That I don’t have no fucks to give?
Bitch!

[Chorus: Lil Xan]
Pray to god like Allah
Please slit my throat
And when you lie, I wanna die
Please slit my throat
You seen me high, almost died
When I slit my throat
They gonna cry when you die
Cause that’s just how it goes
Pray to god like Allah
Please slit my throat
And when you lie, I wanna die
Please slit my throat
You seen me high, almost died
When I slit my throat
They gonna cry when you die
Cause that’s just how it goes

[Outro: Lil Xan]
That’s just how it goes, that’s just how it goes
That’s just how it goes, that’s just how it goes
That’s just how it goes, that’s just how it goes
I ain’t ever ever ever wanna let you go
Yeah, ay, oh
Yeah, ay, oh
Out the booth
Yeah!

Lil Xan – Deceived Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, oh, yeah
You know, you know, you know
I’m full it
Aye I’m in the booth
Aye, aye
Shot out Bobby Johnson, aye

[Verse 1]
Found myself in the dark place
Last girl made my heart ache
Now I’m tryna get my soul, yeah
Why all yall fake flex
Mama told me not to take shit
So I never really take shit
I don’t care what you rep bro
Ex Bitch doing bank bro
Wow I really shoulda kept her
Really shoulda kept your mouth closed
I’ve been runnin out of amo
Different station, little trap woah
Every city with a bad hoe

[Hook]
Satan’s got a grip on me
Heaven’s looking very bliss
Steal my faith and everything
Eating off that apple tree
Sunlight shining every beam
Gloomy days keep scaring me
All my friends are enemies

[Verse 2]
All my friends are enemies
All my friends are enemies
All my friends are ene- yeah
All my friends are ene- yeah
Windows tinted, you can’t see us in it
Prescription pills made me a villain
Never busy, man I’m always chillin
Fake friends up in the grass
Gotta keep it low, let the snakes pass
My main girl gotta side door
Like Mike bitch, got more hoes
Insane though she a crazy hoe

[Hook]
Friends gon turn to enemies
Satan’s got a grip on me
Heaven’s looking very bliss
Steal my faith and everything
Eating off that apple tree
Sunlight shining every beam
Gloomy days keep scaring me
All my friends are enemies

[Outro]
All my friends are enemies
All my friends are enemies
All my friends are ene- yeah
Out the booth bitch

Lil Xan – Xanarchy

[Chorus]
What? Ayy
Movin’ Xan n’ dope, ayy, what? (Xanarchy, huh)
Movin’ silent tho’
Yeah, ayy, ah-uhh, haha, fuck it, yah (yuh, brr-brr)
You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat
Ayy, ayy, ayy (shout-out Bobby Johnson, bitch)

[Verse 1]
What? Movin’ silent doe, yeah (huh, what)
Ayy, I ain’t got no hoe (no, what)
Ayy, snakes this silence tho’ (brr, brr, brr)
Ayy, silence on my heater (brr, brr, brr)
Yo’ bitch in my two seater, hah (brr, brr, brr)
Ayy, ayy, yo’ team need’a new leader (ayy, and I’m..)
Ayy, I just poured a four in my two liter (brr, uh, skrrt)
She call me, a daydreamer, what?
Rollin’ in the beamer ’bout to beam ’em in the beamer, yeah
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Cream soda pour my lean, yeah (what, what, what, what)
It ain’t even a thing, yeah
Carried late, got all these baby things, yeah (pew, pew)
Talk shit, haha, ayy (pew, pew)
Why your girl masturbate to my lyrics? (brr, brr-brr)
Lemme transmit my lingo
Ayy, diamonds wind up Finding Nemo
Limousine got the bean
No diamond ring for my t’ing, yeah (pew, pew, pew, pew)
Only for my team, yeah (pew, pew, pew, pew)
No strings attack, ayy, ayy, none of things.. ayy-yah
Got the girls attached
Gold neck, roll in, come to me, ha
Leave it, throw on the roof (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Uh, ayy, drop-top Lexus
Checkin’ out bae on my checklist
Yeah, I’m with the Misfits, big booty, big bitch, hah (brr)
Ayy, big booty, big bitch ayy, yeah (brr)
Big mounds of money, yah
Foul dirty words, rip a J around
Shot fired from the ground, yah
My beamer’s lurkin’, talkin’ ’bout some searchin’ (out the boof)
Never lose inertia, yuh, ayy, haha-ayy (out the boof)
Yeah, your bitch, she a virgin yuh-hah, ayy
Ayy, yo’ bitch she a vir…ah..uh (pew-pew, brr, ayy, what)
Another dead president
Smirk and you got evidence (ayy)
Now you need new residence, ayy, ayy (what)
Guess what?

[Outro]
Lil Xan fuck yo’ bitch, yeah
Lil Xan, wait, I fuck yo’ bitch
Out the boof
Bitch, I’m out the muthafucking boof, bitch
Xanarchy
Bitch, Xanarchy gang, bitch
We out here
Ayy, join the wave, bitch
I wan’ kill myself, bih’

Game – The Soundtrack (1992 Album) letras

[Verse 1: Game]
Politics as usual, them palm trees is beautiful
Crack rock lingerin’, fiends suckin’ they cuticles
Wear the wrong colors ’round here, niggas is shootin’ you
Niggas workin’ out in them pens, stuck in they cubicles
Nigga, you killin’ who? Street shit, me and Meek shit
Fuck with him, fuck around and be your funeral

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Have your momma ten and two, with my homies spinnin’ through
Drive-by, layin’ side by side as they viewin’ you
Ha, cause you will ride for your nigga, right?
Now with hearses side by side, with your nigga right
Cause it been plenty nights I barely made it through this life
Niggas want to snatch my soul from me like I’m Jesus Christ

[Verse 3: Game & (Meek Mill)]
Compton, California, come and see what my city like
(Babies losin’ hope when they see they momma hit the pipe)
Rosecrans, (Berks Street), niggas tryin’ to murk me
(God, it hit me first, G)

[Hook: Game & (Meek Mill)]
This right here the soundtrack to a real nigga life
(Comin’ from a city where they kill niggas like)
“La-da-da, la-da-da”
The soundtrack to a real nigga life
(Comin’ from a city where they kill niggas like)
“La-da-da, la-da-da”

[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
Uh, my dog doin’ life
Cause he ain’t had no safety like the Rams’ secondary
And he come out in 2060, Nevuary, never scared

[Verse 5: Game]
Cause I got real niggas everywhere
That’ll cut your life short like it’s February
Killer Cali, where them burnouts is necessary
‘Specially when the feds is tappin’ phones like secretaries
Shit real like 2Pac’s obituary
Kill him, B.I.G. too, but they memory legendary

[Verse 6: Meek Mill & (Game)]
And where I’m from, you get murdered like hereditary
They killed my homie, we came back like it was January
The first nigga aimin’ to murk, nigga
Fuck your chain, want your shoes, your jean and your shirt, nigga
Cause it’s cold out, fuck your concert cause you sold out
Your dad didn’t teach you all that shit you sing that song ’bout
So what you talkin’ about?
(Absolutely nothin’, they ain’t us, Meek, fuck ’em, cause)

[Hook]
This right here the soundtrack to a real nigga life
(Comin’ from a city where they kill niggas like)
“La-da-da, la-da-da”
The soundtrack to a real nigga life
(Comin’ from a city where they kill niggas like)
“La-da-da, la-da-da”

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
From Philly to Compton, nigga
I fell in love with these streets, I lost my niggas too
But I’ll be damned I’ll let one of you niggas take my life

[Verse 7: Game]
Meek, tell ’em that I’m back on my grizzly though
Most these rappers’ life is like a fuckin’ Miguel video
Compton killed eight of my niggas, but that’s my city though
Yeah, we movin’ birds, but we throw ’em like a Frisbee though
Niggas sellin’ flat-screens, sixty-inch VIZIOs
Blow on a stone, smokin’ chronic on commodes
Listenin’ to Hov like “I got to get my weight up”
The system was made to break us, but they can’t take us, no

[Verse 8: Meek Mill]
And I know they hate us though cause we really made it though
Ballin’ like we Jordan, niggas shootin’, try and fade me though
O.G. Bobby Johnson, .44 with the potato nose
Turn you mashed potato, bro, but it’s all gravy though
I done been to church to mosque, it couldn’t save me though
Shit, I got to save myself before I try to save a ho
Fuck your role model, it was gold bottles after the gold hollows

[Hook]
This right here the soundtrack to a real nigga life
(Comin’ from a city where they kill niggas like)
“La-da-da, la-da-da”
The soundtrack to a real nigga life
(Comin’ from a city where they kill niggas like)
“La-da-da, la-da-da”