Bitch I Lied Lyrics

Bitch, I'm here to tell you I lied, when I seen that thick-ass

it was over. Nothin' else mattered, I ain't even care.

I pulled the rubber off when I stuck it up in there too.

Bitch, I lied to you. This ain't my home. Kicked in the

back door and now we're alone.

I stole the car that I picked you up in, plus me and

your girl have been fuckin'.

Bitch, I lied. Every thing I said to you, all steps to land

in your bed with you.

My watch is fake, this ain't my coat, and I sent you

letters that my brother wrote for me.

Bitch I lied. Every time I left town, I really stayed

right here at home, dickin' hoes down.

Every penny that you helped my mom with went

straight to the Asian Spa, bitch.



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Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it.

Look how you turned out to be.

You're no prize, no prize.

Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it.

Look how you turned out to be.

You're no prize, girl , no prize.



Bitch I lied. I didn't buy you that. I stole that, and

then I stole it back.

It ain't no Mr. Right without a Mr. Wrong, first,

and you fucked up and met Mr. Worst.

I fucked a hooker and left skeet on your backseat,

and kept on and never missed a beat.

And, bitch, I lied. My name ain't Lance. I lied

my way in and outta your pants.

I never played football for Michigan State. I lied

to your neden and it bit the bait.

I never won a medal for winnin' a back stroke

race but, bitch, I lied to your face.

I'm the mother fucker that stole your momma's

purse and watched you and daddy blame it on her.

I lied every day of our lives to your ear holes.

(You look really good when you wear those)



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Bitch, I lied about so much shit...half the shit, I forget.

I tell you new lies to cover the old. I throw hot

new shit on top of the cold.

Flip the script up and talk you blind; backwards,

re-enactment, rewind.

Tangle the topic, have you blamin' you for the

fucked up shit I do.

I told you I owned a McDonald's in Thailand

(and you bought that shit, damn).

I told you that Al Pacino was my man

(and you bought that shit, damn).

I told you a whole lotta shit cuz I can

(and you bought that shit, damn).

(You're no prize, bitch. No prize).



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