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Liar Liar Lyrics

Cause I gotta player on my hands
I got a real jabber on my hands
I got a faker on my hands
Got a good liar on my hands

Hey shawty why you aint tell me you need the soap?
Flo-Rida, Ill supply ya with sanitizer, dont you know
I do for you what I do for them girls
Like be getting low, low, low, low, dirty episodes

Girl, I gotta write them plans, spent fifty grand
To get to know me, I can get that liar off your hands
Truth is I clear you up baby, we popping rubber bands
Lil mama I am the man, tell me what you sayin

Everybody gets, gets a fair try
You alright with me till you tell a lie
From the top you seem like a different type of guy
Did your own thing? I gave it a try

Then you told me you were catching feelings
Kind of unusual
Normally you don't let no women
Ever see this side of you

I'll admit that you had me goin'
Thinking that this was the move
Until I seen a girl all on you kissing you
Now your bridge is burned

Uh, huh, huh
I guess I was wrong about him
Uh, huh, huh
It looks like now I gotta a problem

Cause I gotta player on my hands
I got a real jabber on my hands
I got a faker on my hands
Got a good liar on my hands

I told my girls I wouldn't trip
I'm gonna stay calm
I'll just wait till later
Then give him a call

Now he's trying to convince me
That I didn't see what I saw
You're on the defense
'Cause you know you just broke the law

Now you're tellin me
Youre all about me and no other girl will do
But boy one thing about me is
I ain't a fool

I'll admit you had me goin
Thinking that this was the move
Until I seen a girl all on you kissing you
Now your bridge is burned

Uh, huh, huh
I guess I was wrong about him
Uh, huh, huh
It looks like now we gotta a problem

Cause I gotta player on my hands
I got a real jabber on my hands
I got a faker on my hands
Got a good liar on my hands

Drop it to the floor
Oh, yeah, you got it right this time baby
You got a player on your hands
But if it's to hot for you drop it to the floor

Watcha know about being up in the club
With another girl getting caught up
You know youre gonna pay, gotta plead your case
Cause I'm coming your way, what you gonna say?

I dont like her, I just show love
I promise I dont drink, I sip a lil bub
I promise I dont party, I just go to clubs
I promise Ill smoke that cush, roll it up

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Flo-Rida in the hot seat, one man choir
I am all about the [Incomprehensible] 'cause she caught me blowdryer
Im tearing up the bed, I'll be her scuba diver

Uh, huh, huh
I guess I was wrong about him
Uh, huh, huh
It looks like now we gotta a problem

Cause I gotta player on my hands
I got a real jabber on my hands
I got a faker on my hands
Got a good liar on my hands
Drop it to the floor
My hands, my hands

Watcha know about being up in the club
With another girl getting caught up
You know you're gonna pay, you gotta plead your case
I'm coming your way, what you gonna say

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