LIAR
Oh fuck
Just another day
Stupid dumb bitch fuckin' lyin' to my face
Oh shit
Here we go again
Another one of the stories that made no fuckin' sense
I'm done
Said that more than once
I can hate your guts all I want but I won't run
I'm trapped
Baby, that's a fact
There's no way in hell that I could ever go back, but
Liar, liar
Pants on fire
Someone call a firefighter
I can see her flame grow higher
She turned me into a crier
No, no, no, no
You don't love me, that's fo' sho'
Love my money, don't you, ho?
Go ahead and lie some mo'
I know, know, know, know, know
Little bitch
I can see your nose grow (nose grow)
Peepin' at me sideways
Like your fuckin' neck broke (neck broke)
Quit your fucking whinin'
I'ma let your blood flow (blood flow)
Why the fuck you lyin'
Like I never don't know? (don't know)
Pinocchio-ass bitch
Lyin' more than average
My favorite lie is when you said you loved this
I ain't had shit
Baby, I ain't had shit
Give a fuck about that bitch, 'cause I'm past it
(Yeah, I'm past it)
Liar, liar
Pants on fire
Someone call a firefighter
I can see her flame grow higher
She turned me into a crier
No
Just another day
Stupid dumb bitch fuckin' lyin' to my face
Oh shit
Here we go again
Another one of the stories that made no fuckin' sense
I'm done
Said that more than once
I can hate your guts all I want but I won't run
I'm trapped
Baby, that's a fact
There's no way in hell that I could ever go back, but
Liar, liar
Pants on fire
Someone call a firefighter
I can see her flame grow higher
She turned me into a crier
No, no, no, no
You don't love me, that's fo' sho'
Love my money, don't you, ho?
Go ahead and lie some mo'
I know, know, know, know, know
Little bitch
I can see your nose grow (nose grow)
Peepin' at me sideways
Like your fuckin' neck broke (neck broke)
Quit your fucking whinin'
I'ma let your blood flow (blood flow)
Why the fuck you lyin'
Like I never don't know? (don't know)
Pinocchio-ass bitch
Lyin' more than average
My favorite lie is when you said you loved this
I ain't had shit
Baby, I ain't had shit
Give a fuck about that bitch, 'cause I'm past it
(Yeah, I'm past it)
Liar, liar
Pants on fire
Someone call a firefighter
I can see her flame grow higher
She turned me into a crier
No
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Writer(s): Timothy Deal, Mark Hole
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