[Intro: Mostack]
Liar
(ILL)
Liar
[Bridge: MoStack]
Cl-cl-claimin' that you're a gyalist, claimin' that you're a gangster
Claimin' you gon' rob me, caimin' that you're a trap star
Claimin' that you gon' shoot man, claimin' that you gon' stab man
S-s-s-stop it, you-you ain't a bad man
[Chorus: MoStack]
Blud, you're a li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
[Verse 1: Krept]
Ta-Tally
Keep up with the lies, fam, it's hard for them (Hard for them)
You're not lyin', say, "Wallahi" then (Liar)
Them man lyin', say their team went and bought sticks
About arsenals, your team never bought shit (Dickhead)
It's not by force, be a goon (Be a goon)
'Cah there's no turnin' back when it booms (Bo-boom)
You got caught dabbin' in a rave (What else?)
Now the doctors are dabbin' on your wounds
Everybody is a G till the war spreads and the arms in your face, call him Ahmed
Mi no wan' stress, I'd rather a bad B
Feel my D in her abs, call me Abdi (Uck)
When the brain's shit, what the fuck's this?
So much uck, you would think I'm from Uxbridge
Self-made, I eat Thai in tuxes
Stop-stop lyin', you ain't hustlers (Ah)
Liar
(ILL)
Liar
[Bridge: MoStack]
Cl-cl-claimin' that you're a gyalist, claimin' that you're a gangster
Claimin' you gon' rob me, caimin' that you're a trap star
Claimin' that you gon' shoot man, claimin' that you gon' stab man
S-s-s-stop it, you-you ain't a bad man
[Chorus: MoStack]
Blud, you're a li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
[Verse 1: Krept]
Ta-Tally
Keep up with the lies, fam, it's hard for them (Hard for them)
You're not lyin', say, "Wallahi" then (Liar)
Them man lyin', say their team went and bought sticks
About arsenals, your team never bought shit (Dickhead)
It's not by force, be a goon (Be a goon)
'Cah there's no turnin' back when it booms (Bo-boom)
You got caught dabbin' in a rave (What else?)
Now the doctors are dabbin' on your wounds
Everybody is a G till the war spreads and the arms in your face, call him Ahmed
Mi no wan' stress, I'd rather a bad B
Feel my D in her abs, call me Abdi (Uck)
When the brain's shit, what the fuck's this?
So much uck, you would think I'm from Uxbridge
Self-made, I eat Thai in tuxes
Stop-stop lyin', you ain't hustlers (Ah)
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