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 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, everything I said to you 
All steps to land in 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 
 
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, no prize 
 
Bitch, I lied, I didn't buy you that 
I stole you 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 motherfucker that stole your mommas purse 
And watched you and your daddy blame it on her 
I lied everyday of our lives to your ear holes 
You look really good when you wear those 
 
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, 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 Macdonald'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 
 
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, bitch, no prize 
 
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 
  
            
 
HATA BİLDİR
 
 
		
        
        
        
         
         
         
         
        
        
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