LiAr LiaR - Juggaknots

I’m bad broad, still mad gods be actin' like the word one backwards

They actors

Marlon Brandos, so if you mad coals, then brand yours, big baller

Ice-T status, not discrete

Instead of that sneak mode madness

Accessible strictly through cell phones, chattin'

Make it known, you wanna bone?

You’re not alone

We grown folk, like Tone Loc

Your tone low

When askin' what’s happenin'

While babymama’s goin' spastic

You’re full of havoc

Drama, but no pull like elastic in old pajamas

I’m a goner

Tried to stay, but you hit and run like Tonka games

What a shame, so lame

Full of excuses, just put it plain, the truth is …

«Somebody release me!»

«Somebody release me!»

«Somebody release me!»

«Anyway.

Anyway.»

«Every time I talk to this dude he think I don’t know what’s goin' on with baby

mama drama.

Shit I’m a mama too, I know what’s the word, kid, if it’s just

about sex, then you know, we could do that.

Playing games and whatnot,

I don’t even got the time for this shit anymore, man.

Done.

Your homeboy or

something must be grimy as fuck, anyway son»

Anyway you tell it, hey forget it, come on son

You straight pathetic, save a debt and get Jon Lovitz

Yeah, yeah … that’s the ticket to catch a trick

It’s like, yeah yeah, catch a kick in your derriere

Then it’s still there, maybe you’re pathological

Crazy, the bastard hardly knows, hey, see that be horrible

With everything that you say, you’re a deceiver who

When at the end of the day, you believe in you

Complete madness, modern day Pinocchio

Probably great for pokin' low on some Humpty Dance

With the 69 ticklin', shit, be like dickin' it

Other than your slut it’s damaged and wild sick of it

So leave the art of storytelling for Slick Rick

I see you on the floor be yellin' the blip-blip

Please stop still frontin', why’d you hit me?

He popped steel cause your style was shifty

So yeah, I told you buddy, and you can doubt, yeah

But the truth is out there, don’t let it mold your scully

On some X-Files reruns, ex-style, he’s done

Should have took a next route, see son?

«Somebody release me!»

«Somebody release me!»

«Somebody release me!»

«Anyway.

Anyway.»

«Hey yo, you know homeboy?

Word he was tellin' me he got this and that.

With labels.

Like yo, where you work?

He’s like, yo I work at Def Jam.

Word?

That’s what’s up.

Like boom, boom.

Yo let me lay you with some stuff.

Then my man come to tell me, like yo, homeboy work in the cafeteria.

Like what you gon' do?

You gonna hit Jay-Z with a joint, while, you know,

givin' him salad?»

Being caught so many times in a lie

Plenty tries to deny

Each story two size to provide

Cross fingers, cross my heart and hope to die

Hit by lightning from the sky may strike any time I reply

Can’t say nothin' nice for the life of you

Lyin' isn’t right but in the right situations, it’s polite to do

Like when it’s your wife and you, it’s slightly true

When you say, «you lost weight, you look good

And that dress lookin' nice on you»

But let me spin it after you been in it and split it

The wife fibbin' that you handlin' your business but didn’t

Won’t admit it: two minutes and you finished

She biggin' you up to the man

But her hands make her climb to the limit

Now dig it

The truth: easier leaving it out

Like when you’re five minutes away but you’re just leaving your house

And the basis is need-to-know

Just wrote this

I lied to Breeze and told him that I had this verse ready a week ago

Let’s keep it low

«Somebody release me!»

«Somebody release me!»

«Somebody release me!»

«Anyway.

Anyway.»

Nah I’m saying, you look good in that dress right there.

It’s tight!

No I don’t mean tight like small on you, I mean like tight «look good»

you know what I’m sayin'?

Why don’t you wear something like flats or something,

make you look, you know, more smaller.

I mean TALLER.

Know what I’m saying?

I mean, what does it matter what I think anyway, it’s about what you think.

Know what I mean?

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