GoldLink – No Lie (Audio) ft. WizKid

GoldLink – ‘Diaspora’ out now:

Lyrics:

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Act like you don’t know me
Mi no lie
I do this thing and I do this thing for real
Mi no lie
Got a couple girls and guys who could die for me
Mi no lie
Buss’ up the party and everything, doo, doo
Mi no lie
Call off the beef sometime, everything nice and fine
Mi no lie
Roll up the green one time, dem girls, they’re nice and fine
Mi no lie
Mama told me, “Boy, don’t stop, don’t give up”
Mi no lie
Started from the streets, to my mandem, big up

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Yeah, GoldLink is a good example for the assholes and the adolescents
Big dawg with a great smile, look like shark poker, yeah they get aggressive
Skin glossy than a mothafucka, teeth sharper than my lip
So my teeth cut my lip, I put a diamond on that bitch
Jewish star for the set, yeah this summer had us movin’ different
Tat an eagle on my neck, ’cause this winter we was flyin’ different
And my niggas show and prove, still be rappin’ like I’m broke
How a youngin’ this smooth? I’m really daddy with the stroke, yeah

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Act like you don’t know me
Mi no lie
I do this thing and I do this thing for real
Mi no lie
Got a couple girls and guys who could die for me
Mi no lie
Buss’ up the party and everything, doo, doo
Mi no lie
Call off the beef sometime, everything nice and fine
Mi no lie
Roll up the green one time, dem girls, they’re nice and fine
Mi no lie
Mama told me, “Boy, don’t stop, don’t give up”
Mi no lie
Started from the streets, to my mandem, big up

[Bridge: Wizkid & GoldLink]
Mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie
Mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie
Mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie
Mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie
Mi no lie
([?] middle )
Mi no lie
([?] nigga)
Mi no lie
([?] middle )
Mi no lie
([?] nigga)

[Verse 2: GoldLink]
Yeah, I’m hella movin’ different
Went from duckin’ coppers, now we duckin’ paparazzi now
Fine lil’ tall black chick with an accent, she a model now
Drinkin’ bubbly liquor while I’m starin’ at her, lookin’ nothin’ like she talk
They remember when I was a youngin’, had the .40 draggin’ when they walk, huh
Blue flaggin’ while I’m parasailin’ with the boys and models out in Italy
Couple months ago, I was in the city on a date with a single ting
You’d prolly know her, and I never show, and she told me how she get security
But I always tell her I’m a hood nigga and this famous shit is new to me
Been down with the leg walk, old Versace for the jeans
I understand how my plug talk, I got Cuban in my genes
Never cubic on my neck, I got diamonds that’ll bling
I got shooters that’ll blitz, and all you’ll hear is dirty screams
Give me neck, give me neck, uh, trade my girl for a jet, uh
Trade her soul for some pocket change
Want the world, nothin’ less
Kill a rapper for respect, huh
Kill a rapper for respect, huh
Kill a nigga for a North Face
And some braggin’ rights and a TEC

[Outro]
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Truth teller, truth teller
(Skrrt, skrrt)
I’m never gon’ let up
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Back, back, back-ity-back, God, get ’em
(Skrrt, skrrt)
New levels, new levels
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

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46 Comments

  1. Act like you don't know me, me no lie
    I do this thing and I do this thing for real, me no lie
    Got a couple girls and guys weh go die for me, me no lie
    Buss' up the party and everyting tun up, me no lie
    Call up the peeps one time, everything nice and fine, me no lie
    Roll up the green one time, dem girls, they're nice and fine, me no lie
    Mama told me, "Boy, don't stop, don't give up", me no lie
    Started from the streets, to my mandem, big up

    Yeah, GoldLink is a good example for the assholes and the adolescents
    Big dawg with a great smile, look like shark poker, yeah they get aggressive
    Skin glossy than a mothafucka, teeth sharper than my lip
    So my teeth cut my lip, I put a diamond on that bitch
    Jewish star for the set, yeah this summer had us movin' different
    Tat an eagle on my neck, 'cause this winter we was flyin' different
    And my niggas show and prove, still be rappin' like I'm broke
    How a youngin' this smooth? I'm really daddy with the stroke, yeah uh

    Act like you don't know me, me no lie
    I do this thing and I do this thing for real, me no lie
    Got a couple girls and guys weh go die for me, me no lie
    Buss' up the party and everyting tun up, me no lie
    Call up the peeps one time, everything nice and fine, me no lie
    Roll up the green one time, dem girls, they're nice and fine, me no lie
    Mama told me, "Boy, don't stop, don't give up", me no lie
    Started from the streets, to my mandem, big up

    Me no lie, me no lie, me no lie, me no lie
    Me no lie, me no lie, me no lie, me no lie
    Me no lie, me no lie, me no lie, me no lie
    Me no lie, me no lie, me no lie, me no lie
    Me no lie

    Yeah
    Me no lie
    Me no lie
    Ay

    Yeah, I'm hella movin' different
    Went from duckin' coppers, now we duckin' paparazzi now
    Fine lil' tall black chick with an accent, she a model now
    Drinkin' bubbly liquor while I'm starin' at her, lookin' nothin' like she talk
    They remember when I was a youngin', had the .40 draggin' when they walk, huh
    Blue flaggin' while I'm parasailin' with the boys and models out in Italy
    Couple months ago, I was in the city on a date with a singer ting
    You prolly know her, yet I never show, and she told me how she get security
    But I always tell her I'm a hood nigga and this famous shit is new to me
    Been down with the leg walk, old Versace for the jeans
    I understand how my plug talk, I got Cuban in my genes
    Never cubic on my neck, I got diamonds that'll bling
    I got shooters that'll blitz, and all you'll hear is dirty screams
    Give me neck, give me neck, uh, trade my girl for a jet, uh
    Trade her soul for some pocket change
    Want the world, nothin' less
    Kill a rapper for respect, huh
    Kill a rapper for respect, huh
    Kill a nigga for a North Face
    And some braggin' rights and a TEC

    truth teller, truth teller
    (Skrrt, skrrt) I'm never gon' let up
    (Skrrt, skrrt) back, back, back-ity-back, God, get 'em
    (Skrrt, skrrt) new levels, new levels
    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
    Yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

  2. This is one of those songs that I WISH kept the first beat.. not hating on the change, but the second beat is not needed and takes away what could have been a nice wavy vibe in my opinion.. the second beat can be it's own song all btly itself.

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