Rich The Kid – Liar Liar (Keep Flexin Mixtape)

Rich The Kid – Liar Liar (Keep Flexin Mixtape)

[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
(x2)

[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 seein 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, keep 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

[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
(x2)

[Verse 2]
Young nigga keep flexin’
I get a check with no question
The money ain’t wastin a second
Rich nigga, you a peasant
Diamonds cut like a barber
Sit in the track, eat lobster
I bet she do it for the fame
Diamonds they boxxin like Suga Shane
Pockets filled with asparagus
Walk in the kitchen, experiment
Baby you know I got to go, I need that paper
(?) Chain cut like a shank
I told you I don’t need help, I had to hustle myself
Everybody stop and they starin’
I think I might want a Mclaren
Overseas in Paris
The altar with money, we married
Look at my water, that’s clarity
Verified like a parakeet (brrrppp)
Niggas askin’ for a handout
I was really hustlin’ in the street

[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
(x2)

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