Rich Nanni - Liar

If he don't eat pussy, he gay, Just like this pussy, he spray
Miss get my lick back, tell that niggaa, touche
Goin' tit for tat, I feel like bein' petty today
No plans to get no bands and I'ma move you out the way
Niggaa, you ain't got no chance, get the fuck out my face
I just duck these niggas and go on about my day
You can come and cut the check, but you know you cannot stay
Drop a bag on the head if a bitch wanna play
I aint yo mama, why you lyin' to me
I might reach up in my Prada, if this ho, keep tryin' me
If it ain't no at, it don't apply to me
All that hate gon' kill you and I'm who they dyin' to be
I'm who they tryna see
Yeah, I love my stick and my stick love me
Wipe a bitch nose like she had a nosebleed
These bitches can't see me cause they in the nosebleeds
These niggas tryna put me on the shelf trophy
But they can't, niggas worry bout a bitch
Need to worry bout some bank
They pockets on E, just like they tank
He askin' for a chance, I ask that nigga what he think
That's a no, all my bitches on go
Nigga, you disqualified if you ain't got a pole
Turn him to a eater cause it's good for his soul
If he wanna be a dog, I'ma take him on a stroll
I aint yo mama, why you lyin' to me
I might reach up in my Prada, if this ho, keep tryin' me
If it ain't no at, it don't apply to me
All that hate gon' kill you and I'm who they dyin' to be
I'm who they tryna see
I aint yo mama, why you lyin' to me
I might reach up in my Prada, if this ho, keep tryin' me
If it ain't no at, it don't apply to me
All that hate gon' kill you and I'm who they dyin' to be
I'm who they tryna see
I'm picky when it comes to these niggas, not my money
Benjamin my favorite, but I fuck with Grant too
I love me some Jackson and no distraction
While I'm stackin', you won't ever catch me lackin
Really like that, ain't no actin
Penny pinching and leaching, I ain't see that shit, at Neiman's
All the niggas be feelin', I ain't seeing that nigga, we creepin
Have him cryin', fightin' demons
Slap a hoe silly she give me a reason
Said slap a hoe out, she give me a reason
I aint yo mama, why you lyin' to me
I might reach up in my Prada, if this ho, keep tryin' me
If it ain't no at, it don't apply to me
All that hate gon' kill you and I'm who they dyin' to be
I'm who they tryna see
I aint yo mama, why you lyin' to me
I might reach up in my Prada, if this ho, keep tryin' me
If it ain't no at, it don't apply to me
All that hate gon' kill you and I'm who they dyin' to be
I'm who they tryna see

Written by:
Zhanei Strozier

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