I’m gonna lie, lie to get my way, if i have to
I’m gonna cry, cry, cry all day, and make doo-doo
One, two, tell little
Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies (woo)
Little lies, lies, lies, lies, lies
Ayo, i never told a lie in my life (say what?)
But now they put me in a pool so i can lie about my life, but
I don’t need to lie ’cause my life is so crisp
I got a house like missy elliott’s in mtv cribs
Drive away with five ferraris
Hotels in new york, london, and paris
Can’t you see that i’m gettin’ paid?
I walk around with more ice than the frozen agе
Limousine coupe parked outsidе
Helicopters on the roof in case i wanna fly
Can’t you see my money and my chucha?
I’m livin’ la vida loca
I’m gonna lie, lie to get my way, if i have to
I’m gonna cry, cry, cry all day, and make doo-doo
One, two, tell little
Lies, lies, lies all day, that’s what i do
I don’t know why, why, my fantasy makes me say all the things i do
I’m a really nice guy (lies!)
Used to be a samurai (lies!)
I wrote rapper’s delight (lies!)
Lies, lies, lies
Yo
They call me mr. money, shit’s so ill
Got my own face on my own bill
Got my own place on my own hill
With my own name, mr. khalil
They call me mr. jetset with the hairnet
Impatient, mr. flagrant, are we there yet?
From city to city, from titty to titty
The little itty bitty kiddies ask me, “are you my dad?”
They call me mr. international
I got an all-american chick, so thick
I got a spanish señorita and a swedish flicka
Where you say you’re from – china? hmm, nice to meet ya
They call me mr. plastic, fantastic
Got so many credit cards i could make a deck
They call me mr. compulsive
Liar, liar, pants on fire
I’m gonna lie, lie to get my way, if i have to
I’m gonna cry, cry, cry all day, and make doo-doo
One, two, tell little
Lies, lies, lies all day, that’s what i do
I don’t know why, why, my fantasy makes me say all the things i do
Today i’m 41, but i’ll be 22 tomorrow (tomorrow)
The day after tomorrow, we’ll sell a billion records
And you all know us then
I’m gonna lie, lie to get my way, if i have to (shit, i ain’t lying)
I’m gonna cry, cry, cry all day, and make doo-doo
One, two, tell little
Lies, lies, lies all day, that’s what i do (that’s just what i do)
I don’t know why, why, my fantasy makes me say all the things i do
I’m a really nice guy (lies!)
Used to be a samurai (lies!)
I wrote rapper’s delight (lies!)
Lies, lies, lies
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