
Liar Liar Rich The Kid
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[Hook]
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
[Verse 1]
Boy, you riding in a rental
Two bitches, I'm stuck in the middle
Woah boy, you a liar
I fuck her, she singin' 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
[Verse 1]
Boy, you riding in a rental
Two bitches, I'm stuck in the middle
Woah boy, you a liar
I fuck her, she singin' 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
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