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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. 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. Letras de cancionesEvery penny that you helped my mom with went straight to the Asian Spa, bitch. Chorus: 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) Chorus 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). Chorus x2 From Letras Mania