Little Liar

How's it going Calel
You're next
Cocky attitude
With nothing to flex
Not even a girl on your phone to text
But yeah sure
You had sex?

And don't forget how you're a trained black belt
When David slapped you
Why did your smile melt?
Took it like a good boy
That some pussy shit
Oh no
Sorry
Friends you don't hit

Do you really have 80 bodies
Nah
Did you really fuck a college girl
Have you even had girl over bra

NO ANSWER

You did not outrun a police dog
With your broken hip
I doubt you can jog
Lying ass bitch
With your gay ass brain
Bet you wanna put
Sam and Nate in a train

Your best friend
Did not die in your hand
How was it a drive by
Yet here you stand
Where on your
Mom's car did the bullets land?
Make some lies
That we can understand

You run your mouth
But can't run the track
Its kinda like the
Bitches you lack
Wondering why
We don't tell you anything
Probably cuz of
The way that you sing

Maybe you deserved
Getting smacked
Was really funny seeing
You getting whacked
Kinda wished that
You did fight back
Taking so much shit
You couldn't attack?

Maybe you
Shouldn't lie at all
Saying that you
Should have been tall
Why can't you play
Any sports with a ball
STILL MORE LIES



Credits
Writer(s): Calel Lowe, Obed Joe
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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