Liar Liar
You think I'm gon' trust you
Bitch yo' pants on fire
See right through these Casper ass kids
And what they try to transpire
Can't keep up with the lies
These downers got me way too tired
Boy more broke than a totaled car
And he actin like he retired
He's a Liar, she's a liar. Why they lying
Cause you ain't real gon' be the reason why you dying
Really be doing the most, boy you ain't supplying
He's a liar, she's a liar. Why they lying
How it feel to live a fake life
Never relate like
Everything you said ain't mean shit you just a stain right
Miss me with that bullshit
That hoe ran through and she say she never do shit, yeah yeah yeah
Please don't fuck wit me then talk on me
Some of these egos to big to talk to me
I lost brothers that I thought would've shot for me - they shot at me
They acting different different
Boy you is way too ig'nant
Bitch - I know you ain't innocent
Feel like my blood is refrigerant
I been movin' mountains
I done moved some ounces
I done walked out home boys house
Quiet as a mouse is
Phone calls to catch up with me
Just to ask from me don't need that
All I care about is cash money, big ass and where the weed at
Oh
I got brothers we ain't tied by blood but we tight as blood
I ain't really come from much but I'm movin' right on up
How you gon' talk on me, when I ain't ever said none
I been fye, no pants on fye, don't give no fucks
If you in my face lying on the floor where I leave you lying
Chase the sack like defensive Lineman
They said they wanna see me win, same people I ain't hear from again
And they gon' knock at my door again, check the peephole don't let em in
Hopefully this rap shit work, so I ain't have to get a strap and a Motorola
Make him put hands up hand the money over
Have his girlfriend on her knees like I was Jehova
A lot of shit I did I probably should've
Lot of bitches I ain't hit that I probably could've
Why they fake thuggin'? Aimin' straps out windows knowing damn well they B.B. guns
Liar liar, what they mean they started somethin', I'mma talk my shit cause I know they ain't go say none
I'd be a liar if I said I'd didn't miss the old days, if I ain't miss my father
Nowadays friends minuscule I traded them for dollars
On my life I'd trade my soul for a couple offers
You think I'm gon' trust you
Bitch yo' pants on fire
See right through these Casper ass kids
And what they try to transpire
Can't keep up with the lies
These downers got me way too tired
Boy more broke than a totaled car
And he actin like he retired
He's a Liar, she's a liar. Why they lying
Cause you ain't real gon' be the reason why you dying
Really be doing the most, boy you ain't supplying
He's a liar, she's a liar. Why they lying
Yeah
Gosha sweats but ya have cold sweats when she have sex with me
With no condom fucking this bitch like I had a vasectome
But when I leave I'm hoping that she ain't burning that shit gon' bother me
You got a man I already confirmed it why you gotta lie to me
Booking hotels in Northampton them hoes ain't cheap
In the morning, eating breakfast in the lobby after she drank me
Kizle you're the best I say you're welcome after she thank me
Your bitch lying to you my nigga you ain't gotta thank me
Your shoes wasn't five hundred you ain't gotta lie
But you know that these Ricky's cost me twelve hundred dry
It look like you do numbers but your shows ain't packed
I hope that those streams ain't cap ay
Yeah don't buy your followers
Don't buy followers and don't buy streams
Bitch yo' pants on fire
See right through these Casper ass kids
And what they try to transpire
Can't keep up with the lies
These downers got me way too tired
Boy more broke than a totaled car
And he actin like he retired
He's a Liar, she's a liar. Why they lying
Cause you ain't real gon' be the reason why you dying
Really be doing the most, boy you ain't supplying
He's a liar, she's a liar. Why they lying
How it feel to live a fake life
Never relate like
Everything you said ain't mean shit you just a stain right
Miss me with that bullshit
That hoe ran through and she say she never do shit, yeah yeah yeah
Please don't fuck wit me then talk on me
Some of these egos to big to talk to me
I lost brothers that I thought would've shot for me - they shot at me
They acting different different
Boy you is way too ig'nant
Bitch - I know you ain't innocent
Feel like my blood is refrigerant
I been movin' mountains
I done moved some ounces
I done walked out home boys house
Quiet as a mouse is
Phone calls to catch up with me
Just to ask from me don't need that
All I care about is cash money, big ass and where the weed at
Oh
I got brothers we ain't tied by blood but we tight as blood
I ain't really come from much but I'm movin' right on up
How you gon' talk on me, when I ain't ever said none
I been fye, no pants on fye, don't give no fucks
If you in my face lying on the floor where I leave you lying
Chase the sack like defensive Lineman
They said they wanna see me win, same people I ain't hear from again
And they gon' knock at my door again, check the peephole don't let em in
Hopefully this rap shit work, so I ain't have to get a strap and a Motorola
Make him put hands up hand the money over
Have his girlfriend on her knees like I was Jehova
A lot of shit I did I probably should've
Lot of bitches I ain't hit that I probably could've
Why they fake thuggin'? Aimin' straps out windows knowing damn well they B.B. guns
Liar liar, what they mean they started somethin', I'mma talk my shit cause I know they ain't go say none
I'd be a liar if I said I'd didn't miss the old days, if I ain't miss my father
Nowadays friends minuscule I traded them for dollars
On my life I'd trade my soul for a couple offers
You think I'm gon' trust you
Bitch yo' pants on fire
See right through these Casper ass kids
And what they try to transpire
Can't keep up with the lies
These downers got me way too tired
Boy more broke than a totaled car
And he actin like he retired
He's a Liar, she's a liar. Why they lying
Cause you ain't real gon' be the reason why you dying
Really be doing the most, boy you ain't supplying
He's a liar, she's a liar. Why they lying
Yeah
Gosha sweats but ya have cold sweats when she have sex with me
With no condom fucking this bitch like I had a vasectome
But when I leave I'm hoping that she ain't burning that shit gon' bother me
You got a man I already confirmed it why you gotta lie to me
Booking hotels in Northampton them hoes ain't cheap
In the morning, eating breakfast in the lobby after she drank me
Kizle you're the best I say you're welcome after she thank me
Your bitch lying to you my nigga you ain't gotta thank me
Your shoes wasn't five hundred you ain't gotta lie
But you know that these Ricky's cost me twelve hundred dry
It look like you do numbers but your shows ain't packed
I hope that those streams ain't cap ay
Yeah don't buy your followers
Don't buy followers and don't buy streams
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Writer(s): Jacob Kudo
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