Why a Bitch Gotta Lie - Four Stroke Baron

Try and tame me

Try and tame me

Try and game me

Why a bitch gotta lie?

Why a bitch gotta lie?

Why a bitch gotta lie?

Why a bitch gotta lie?

Why a bitch gotta lie?

Why a bitch gotta lie?

Why a bitch gotta lie?

Why a bitch gotta lie?

Try and tame me

I’ll ruin you, fucker, try your luck

Luck’s on your side, you’re feeling yourself, huh, fucker?

That about enough

Well, guess what fucker

Fucker, try and game me, then

I’m end of your line

I need an offering, you’ll do just fine

I’m Type A hell

Why a bitch gotta lie?

Why a bitch gotta lie?

Why a bitch gotta lie?

Why a bitch gotta lie?

Try and tame me

It’s not about you, fucker

Don’t make me make this about you, fucker

Try and tame me, I dare you

Try and tame me, how dare you?

I stand through you

Obviously

I laugh when you ask if you’re under my spell

Obviously

I guide your demise like funeral sails

Obviously

My touch tied to strings that steer my figures inside out their wax

You pour, I swill, you’re false like tears, priceless to feel my subjects crack

Why a bitch gotta lie?

Why a bitch gotta lie?

Why a bitch gotta lie?

Why a bitch gotta lie?

Why a bitch gotta lie?

Why a bitch gotta lie?

Why a bitch gotta lie?

Why a bitch gotta lie?

Try and tame me, I’ll redirect

Ain’t fucker tame me yet

Fit to try and tame me, be my guest

Just try and game me, bitch

Try and tame me — I’m like, «So, anyway»

Try and game me — I’m like, «No, not today»

This bitch

Try and tame me

I’ll make you mine

Why a bitch gotta lie?

Why a bitch gotta lie?

Why a bitch gotta lie?

Why a bitch gotta lie?

Try and tame, if you’re so sure

Ain’t dead or alive, ain’t wore this floor

My floor tremble

Your voice, silencer

I make your choice

I make no excuses, just fucking noise

Try and tame me, maybe not up to you because

Can’t tame me I’m proof of

Fuck you gonna do, scream?