Xiris - liar (feat. Mo$t Trill)

Bitch I'm the truth you a lie
Bitch I'm the truth you a lie
Bitch I'm the truth you a lie
Bitch I'm the truth you a lie
Everything new its designer
Everything new its designer
Everything new its designer
Everything new its designer
Bitch I'm the truth you a lie
Bitch I'm the truth you a lie
Bitch I'm the truth you a lie
Bitch I'm the truth you a lie
Hop in new coupes with the tires
Look at the shoes on my tires
Hop in new coupes with the tires
Look at the shoes on my tires
That shit that you wearing aint glowing gold
You lying that's copper aint rose gold
Bad bitch give me throat while I'm blowing dope
Catch me at the top I ain't going low
Young man got a old soul
New money I ain't going broke
All of you rappers is gassed up
I put the gas in the ozone
Damn I thought I told em
Getting this cash hitting the quotas
Polo on me yeah I'm rockin them horses
Frozen heart hommie it don't get no colder
She ask why im rolling im blowing on coma
No I don't get tired got too much to show for
Them benji's don't fold up them number just go up
I eat all you rappers then go home and throw up
Hold up, hold up
Foreign my whip no american
My weed smell like BO embarrassing
I sleep with the c-notes like marriage yeah
You see the look in my eyes
Just know that the chances are very slim
If you look up yeah I'm high
I'm lit bitch i'm burning like kerosene
Bitch I'm the truth you a lie
Bitch I'm the truth you a lie
Bitch I'm the truth you a lie
Bitch I'm the truth you a lie
Everything new its designer
Everything new its designer
Everything new its designer
Everything new its designer
Bitch I'm the truth you a lie
Bitch I'm the truth you a lie
Bitch I'm the truth you a lie
Bitch I'm the truth you a lie
Hop in new coupes with the tires
Look at the shoes on my tires
Hop in new coupes with the tires
Look at the shoes on my tires
Wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy
Going crazy yeah I'm going super saiyan
I got lots of bitches I got lots of flavor
That's why bitches love me pull it out and taste it
Ooh, Look at the rims on my coupe
Look at the rims on the coupe
Look at the rims on my coupe
Swoop a bitch and then she gonna suck it
I'm so fucking fly she gotta buss it
Brand new paint job please don't fucking touch it
Old ass pistol but I'm still gon' buck it
Ice water splash
Love the fucking cash
Make me bust your ass
And throw them hands
Bitch ass niggas cant see me
They wanna be me
Couldn't get that wish with a fucking genie
Bitch I'm the truth you a lie
Bitch I'm the truth you a lie
Bitch I'm the truth you a lie
Bitch I'm the truth you a lie
Everything new its designer
Everything new its designer
Everything new its designer
Everything new its designer
Bitch I'm the truth you a lie
Bitch I'm the truth you a lie
Bitch I'm the truth you a lie
Bitch I'm the truth you a lie
Hop in new coupes with the tires
Look at the shoes on my tires
Hop in new coupes with the tires
Look at the shoes on my tires

Written by:
Robert Flores

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