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• Artiste: Migos & Rich The Kid
• Titre: Liar Liar
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Liar, Liar, Liar, Liar I ain't never been a loser I spent a grip at the jeweler Bitch, I dropped my wrist in a cooler I need the syrup like pancakes You aren't iced up, that's fake Flexing around, not a liar I set the city on fire Liar, Liar, Liar, Liar I ain't never been a loser I spent a grip at the jeweler Bitch, I dropped my wrist in a cooler I need the syrup like pancakes You aren't iced up, that's fake Flexing around, not a liar I set the city on fire Boy, you riding in a rental Two bitches, I'm stuck in the middle Woah boy, you a liar I fuck her, she seein like Mariah I got the trap jumpin' like I got your bitch ridin' like I got to win, I get the check and I spend it I don't need no friends Water, water, water, water I hit the hoe and record her Rolley, rolley, that's a check Birds singing, Keith Sweat The world mine, the world mine I got the sack and now I piss 'em off Rich forever, I'm the boss No neck, bitch? Got to can it Jump in the house , it’s abandonded Diamonds bite, switching guard then I'm flexin on them Ridin (?) too clean Blue money, blue money Forgien bitch countin' 50s and 20s Band jumpin' like bungee Liar, Liar, Liar, Liar I ain't never been a loser I spent a grip at the jeweler Bitch, I dropped my wrist in a cooler I need the syrup like pancakes You aren't iced up, that's fake Flexing around, not a liar I set the city on fire Liar, Liar, Liar, Liar I ain't never been a loser I spent a grip at the jeweler Bitch, I dropped my wrist in a cooler I need the syrup like pancakes You aren't iced up, that's fake Flexing around, not a liar I set the city on fire Young nigga keep flexin' I get a check with no question The money ain't wastin a second Rich nigga, you a peasant Diamonds cut like a barber Sit in the track, eat lobster I bet she do it for the fame Diamonds they boxin' like Suga Shane Pockets filled with asparagus Walk in the kitchen, experiment Baby you know I got to go, I need that paper Murder scene put chain cut like a shank I told you I don't need help, I had to hustle myself Everybody stop and they starin' I think I might want a Mclaren Overseas in Paris The altar with money, we married Look at my water, that's clarity Verified like a parakeet (brrrppp) Niggas askin' for a handout I was really hustlin' in the street Liar, Liar, Liar, Liar I ain't never been a loser I spent a grip at the jeweler Bitch, I dropped my wrist in a cooler I need the syrup like pancakes You aren't iced up, that's fake Flexing around, not a liar I set the city on fire Liar, Liar, Liar, Liar I ain't never been a loser I spent a grip at the jeweler Bitch, I dropped my wrist in a cooler I need the syrup like pancakes You aren't iced up, that's fake Flexing around, not a liar I set the city on fire