Texty

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
Writer(s): Timothy James Deal, Mark Hole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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