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