Ten Stylesz - Liar Liar Pants On Fire (feat. KooKoo) Lyrics

Hey, snatchin' the keys, I go 80. All of my hittas, they go crazy
Look, if I got the Glock, you know I wave it
I'm gettin' high, just tryin' to get higher
They takin' my styles, you know they be biting
Talkin' bout bags, you know you don't liar, uh
Liar, liar, your pencil's on fire
I take your bitch, cause you know she a vibe, uh
They hatin' on me, cause they know it's my time, ay
Steak the sky on my way to Dubai
Be talkin' that street shit, but they be lyin
You know they be lyin
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I keep the sauce like 10-piece nuggets
They say my hitnas from the 10 be buggin
She blow me like some Hubba Bubba
I be ballin, gettin' triple doubles
Look, got them bitches all in a huddle
Twin sticks, you in double trouble
If it's f*ck me, then this nigga f*ck you
I'ma keep it real, I'ma keep it funky
Watch them niggas that you call your brothers
Watch them bitches that you say you lovin
Niggas on the internet subbin
Bird bitches get they feathers ruffled
Ten' why your bitch actin' snobby
Giuseppe on I'm Zanotti papi
Snatchin' the keys, I go 80. All of my hittas, they go crazy
Look, if I got the Glock, you know I wave it
I'm gettin' high, just tryin' to get higher
They takin' my styles, you know they be biting
Talkin' bout bags, you know you don't liar, uh
Liar, liar, your pencil's on fire
I take your bitch, cause you know she a vibe, uh
They hatin' on me, cause they know it's my time, ay
Steak the sky on my way to Dubai
Be talkin' that street shit, but they be lyin
You know they be lyin
I'm strapped, these niggas be lackin
Fire spitter, I'm a dragon
Kenzo sweater, no, I won't sweat her
Her pussy good, but I can use better
I ride on all fours, I ain't talkin' no Jetta
I got them racks, Roger Federer
You bitch niggas need to pull it together
My car way faster than yours, I'm ready for war
Know I won't love it when no whore
Step on the work, they still thinkin' it's pure
I got her high, I'm leavin' her sore
Style my foot on her neck
I'm off a Xan, just give me a sec
I got the work on deck
I got the work in the jects
12 watchin' me Rolex
If I'm down, put the Smith to your solar plex
These niggas skinny like famous decks
I got the boot, Gore-Tex, chip on my shoulder
I spin your block in a Corolla
I got you strapped like a controller
She want the coke, no cola
I got a FNN, no holster
Snatch your chain, I go brazy
Throwin' up M's, no Slim Shady
(Wooooop)