Liar Liar Songtext
von Girlicious

′Cause I gotta a player on my hands
I gotta bulljiva on my hands
I gotta faker on my hands
I gotta lil' liar on my hands

Hey, shorty, why you ain′t tell me you need the soap?
Flo Rida, I supply you with sanitizer, you know
I do for you what I do for them girls that be getting low, low, low, low
Dirty at my shows
Still I gotta write them plans, spit fifty grand
You get to know me I can get the liar off your hands
Since I clean you up, baby, we popping rubber bands
Lil' mama I'm the man, tell me what you′re saying

Everybody gets, gets a fair try
You alright with me ′til 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 woman
Ever see this side of you (Hey!)
And I′ll admit you had me goin'
Thinkin′ that this was the move
Until I seen that girl all on you kissin' you

Now your bridge is burned
Uh huh, uh huh
I guess I was wrong about him
Uh huh, uh huh
It looks like now we gotta problem

′Cause I gotta a player on my hands
I gotta bulljiva on my hands
I gotta faker on my hands
I gotta lil' liar on my hands

I told my girls I wouldn't trip
I′m gon′ stay calm
I'll just wait ′til 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 your all about me
And no other girl will do
But boy one thing about me is I ain′t a fool (Hey!)
But I′ll admit you had me goin'
Thinkin′ that this was the move
Until I seen that girl all on you kissin' you

Now your bridge is burned
Uh huh, uh huh
I guess I was wrong about him
Uh huh, uh huh
It looks like now we gotta problem

′Cause I gotta a player on my hands
I gotta bulljiva on my hands
I gotta faker on my hands
I gotta lil' 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 ya
(Drop it to the floor)

Whatcha know about bein' up in the club?
With another girl gettin' caught up
You know you′re gon′ pay
Ya gotta plead your case
I'm comin′ your way
What you gon' say?

I don′t like her, I just show love
I promise I don't drink, I sip a lil′ bub
I promise I don't party, I just go to clubs
I promise I'll smoke that cush roll it up
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Flo Rida in the hot seat, one man choir
I am all about them caz, she told me, "Go Rida"
Tearing up the bed but I be a scuba diver

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

′Cause I gotta a player on my hands (Uh huh)
I gotta bulljiva on my hands
I gotta faker on my hands (Uh huh)
I gotta lil′ liar on my hands

(Drop it to the floor)
(My hands)
(My hands)

Whatcha know about bein' up in the club?
With a another girl gettin′ caught up
You know you're gon′ pay
Ya gotta plead your case
I'm comin′ your way
What you gon' say?