Lie To Kick It
Kid Ink Feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Bricc Baby Lyrics
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Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick
In the club with a padded bra
Y'all some little titty lyin' bitches
Damn, hundred dollars on that green dot
Spraypainted on them Red Bottoms
Old ass Louis bag
That ain't a purse, that's a computer bag
In line for them Js at the mall nigga
Ridin' 'round with no petrol
How you make that iPhone on Metro
Where you get a Louis belt made in Mexico?
Twitter hashtag, #BitchYouReallyBroke
Now all these bitches gotta book a nympho
Don't act, don't sing, don't model
You ain't gotta lie to kick it
Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick it
You's a real bitch or real nigga
Then you ain't gotta lie to kick it
You ain't gotta lie to kick it
Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick it
Fake niggas and fake bitches
Tell 'em you ain't gotta lie to kick it
You ain't gotta lie though
You know I got a thing for mulattos
Just follow the car with the Forgiatos
Bitch I only give my number to the Lotto
I ain't got no time for the model shit
So promiscuous, Nelly Furtado
Just tryna have a little fun, don't miss out
One more shot better bring the real bitch out
I don't really care about your history
Nah you ain't gotta act like a mystery
I'm the real, tell a fake nigga miss me
Burn rubber on them niggas like Penske
Lyin' 'bout your life that I'm living
Simply woke up in a dream with
Two bitches tryna pinch me
I just get between 'em like parenthesis
Put 'em out their misery, parental advisory
Nigga please
You ain't gotta lie to kick it
Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick it
You's a real bitch or real nigga
Then you ain't gotta lie to kick it
You ain't gotta lie to kick it
Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick it
Fake niggas and fake bitches
Tell 'em you ain't gotta lie to kick it
You ain't gotta like to kick it
Fake ass, fake titties
Yeah I'm fuckin' with you
Oh you Beyoncé? Now you independent?
But you sold your food stamps
For some Gucci slippers
Bitch stop lyin', make your ass shake
If you a stripper
Be a stripper for the bands' sake
Now she runnin' 'round town with my band
Mane
Bandcamp, Bat Gang, yeah them bands straight
Boy you know you lyin'
You ain't killed nobody
You rockin' fake Trues
Fake Gucci and Versace yeah you Lil Scrappy
You don't want the problems
I'm a Crip, no father
We can get it poppin'
You ain't gotta lie to kick it
Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick it
You's a real bitch or real nigga
Then you ain't gotta lie to kick it
You ain't gotta lie to kick it
Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick it
Fake niggas and fake bitches
Tell 'em you ain't gotta lie to kick it
The lyrics of "Lie To Kick It" by Kid Ink feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Bricc Baby explore the theme of authenticity and integrity in relationships and personal identity. The song exposes individuals who feel the need to lie or exaggerate in order to fit in or gain social acceptance. The chorus emphasizes the idea that there is no need for pretense or deceit in order to enjoy oneself or be respected.
The verses call out various examples of dishonesty and fake behavior. The lyrics criticize women who enhance their appearance with padded bras and lie about their physical attributes, and individuals who pretend to be wealthier than they actually are. The song also highlights the act of fabricating one's lifestyle, such as lining up for expensive sneakers despite financial struggles or claiming to own luxury items made in Mexico.
The song encourages listeners to embrace their true selves and reject the need to lie or pretend in order to be accepted. It promotes the value of being genuine and authentic, as well as challenging those who engage in falsehoods and deception.
Line by Line Meaning
You ain't gotta lie to kick it
You don't have to deceive or pretend to enjoy yourself
Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick
No, you don't have to be dishonest to have fun
In the club with a padded bra
Being in the club with fake confidence or appearance
Y'all some little titty lyin' bitches
You are pretending to be more than you actually are
Damn, hundred dollars on that green dot
Spending a lot of money on a prepaid card
Spraypainted on them Red Bottoms
Painting the soles of your shoes to imitate designer brands
Old ass Louis bag
Carrying an outdated Louis Vuitton bag
That ain't a purse, that's a computer bag
Claiming a practical bag is a luxury item
Fraud bitch with a fraud nigga
Being in a relationship where both parties are deceptive
In line for them Js at the mall nigga
Waiting in line for expensive sneakers
Ridin' 'round with no petrol
Driving around with an empty gas tank
How you make that iPhone on Metro
Using a service provider that doesn't support iPhones
Where you get a Louis belt made in Mexico?
Acquiring a counterfeit Louis Vuitton belt from Mexico
Twitter hashtag, #BitchYouReallyBroke
Publicly exposing someone as financially struggling
Now all these bitches gotta book a nympho
Now all these women have to act promiscuous to fit in
Don't act, don't sing, don't model
Don't pretend to be something you're not: an actress, a singer, or a model
You ain't gotta like to kick it
You don't have to approve to have a good time
Fake ass, fake titties
Having artificial buttocks and breasts
Yeah I'm fuckin' with you
Yeah, I'm messing around or dealing with you
Oh you Beyoncé? Now you independent?
Claiming to be self-sufficient like Beyoncé
But you sold your food stamps for some Gucci slippers
Sacrificing basic needs for luxury goods
Bitch stop lyin', make your ass shake
Stop fabricating stories and start dancing provocatively
If you a stripper, be a stripper for the bands' sake
If you work as a stripper, do it for the money
Now she runnin' 'round town with my band
Now she's moving around the city with my group of friends
Bandcamp, Bat Gang, yeah them bands straight
Associating with music groups that make a lot of money
Boy you know you lyin'
Boy, you are aware that you are being untruthful
You ain't killed nobody
You haven't murdered anyone
You rockin' fake Trues
You are wearing counterfeit True Religion jeans
Fake Gucci and Versace yeah you Lil Scrappy
Wearing fake luxury brands like Gucci and Versace, resembling Lil Scrappy
You don't want the problems
You don't want conflict or trouble
I'm a Crip, no father
Being affiliated with the Crips gang without parental guidance
We can get it poppin'
We can start a fight or confrontation
Lyrics © DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Billy Mayhew
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Chance Shelby
It's true, you ain't gotta lie 2 kick it ! #EGHHH