Lies

[Intro: Tiggs Da Author] I always tell the truth, even when I lie Yeah [Chorus: Tiggs Da Author & Kwengface] Lies dem a tell, all the lies dem a tell (Yeah, yeah) Got a clientele, might still buy and sell (How you mean?) Lies dem a tell, all the lies dem a tell (Yeah), oh Yeah, ah (Yeah) Yeah, woah (Yeah) Yeah, ah (Look, look) [Verse 1: Kwengface] If I'm lyin', I'm flyin' Look, little bro done got his head back splat, can't lie, had his marjay cryin' (Braap) If I put on my gloves, it's fryin', I can't even lie, someone is dyin' (Dead up) This coolie ting is Hawaiian (Ay, come 'ere) Any waps on sale, man's buyin', can't lack 'cause outside's fryin' If you ever heard Kwengface done got yinged, can't lie, they're lyin' (Liar) Try put me on the net, you're fried Bro don't you know, that's one-stop die (Baap) How many times have I stepped in the court and lied? This ting is tellin' me lies, she can't even look in my eyes (Mad) [Chorus: Tiggs Da Author & Marnz Malone] Lies dem a tell, all the lies dem a tell (Yeah, yeah) Got a clientele, might still buy and sell (How you mean?) Lies dem a tell, all the lies dem a tell (Yeah), oh Yeah, ah (Yeah) Yeah, woah (Yeah) Yeah, ah (Look) [Verse 2: Marnz Malone] Why you always lyin' like you don't see me and act in accordance? The fours that we bought weren't Jordans The baby weren't ready, we got an abortion You know how many man got slapped with the Taurus? The biscuit I had weren't no fuckin' Bourbon See bare little yutes in purple ballies, they must be the Grove Street Ballas He seen me and turned Oscar Pistorius but he's on the net doin' Oscar performance And my yay different to your yay, my yay raw like a Tyrannosaurus And I ain't gotta talk what I done, why? 'Cah we leave that to reporters Told my young boy, "You gotta have patience, have you heard the tale of the hare and the tortoise?" 4AM, I got a call from Winston, he's tryna score like Raheem in the final I just paid for this pack in sterlin' then like the shoulder shift, it went viral I beat four AM's already, I still got a ten on my back like Lionel I'm with my one, chilling in Leicester, think she a keeper, Kasper Schmeichel [Chorus: Tiggs Da Author & Marnz Malone] Lies dem a tell, all the lies dem a tell (Yeah, yeah) Got a clientele, might still buy and sell (How you mean?) Lies dem a tell, all the lies dem a tell (Yeah), oh Yeah, ah (Yeah) Yeah, woah (Yeah) Yeah, ah