It’s Not True Lyrics by 90s bambino
Last May walking on thin ice…
Drowned and emerged again
Baby Oakley finds me very nice…
Icy baby on my hands
Triple up the number, man, it’s might….
Now I got a shawty with me
She’s that type, the one to ride or die;
Which means she’s just what I need…
I’m getting tired of these kids
Acting like they know me….
Baby
It’s not true…
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90s bambino Lyrics – It’s Not True