Liar
MOSTACK Lyrics
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Claimin' that you're a gangster
Claimin' you gon' rob me
Claimin' that you're a Trapstar
Claimin' that you gon' shoot man
Claimin' that you gon' stab man
Stop it, you ain't a bad man
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Damn, fuck!
Where's my mind gone?
I can't let bygones be bygones
If niggas touch my Darg
Grab a Shaitan
Wanna tell me something?
Please tell me later cause you just ate bacon
You can't whisper in my ear, no
That bitch aired me back then, ha
Look who's getting aired now
"I swear I dipped that Yute"
So if you're going to tell the story, nigga, please tell the truth man
I can't trust nobody
I learned that the hard way
Riding out in broad day
They say they love me but it's all hate
They screamin', "gang gang"
But your Gyal ?
Follow me, I follow you but we are not Dargs
Madman, badman
Then why you love talk?
Hotspice, spicy
She got the hot sauce
Claimin' that you're a Gyalist
Claimin' that you're a gangster
Claimin' you gon' rob me
Claimin' that you're a Trapstar
Claimin' that you gon' shoot man
Claimin' that you gon' stab man
Stop it you ain't a bad man
Blud you're a li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Liar, liar
I can only spit the truth man, I can't lie
Last night I thought of making it my last night
Blow me head off, but fuck that
I'm alive and feel better
Let's make these niggas jealous
Why you mad your gyal feeling me?
What's all this gun talk about killing me?
Man will knock up on your door like "Delivery"
When you open the door "Agh, you're kidding me!"
(Bang!)
Surprise, fucker!
You try tell me suck my mother
I'm with the real gun man, yeah, the eye shutter
These pagans praying that I fuck up
Nice try, brother
Me like bums and breasts
Me like money and sex
I hate it when a girl say, Squad
And these times your squad looks dead (Fuck You)
Claimin' that you're a Gyalist
Claimin' that you're a gangster
Claimin' you gon' rob me
Claimin' that you're a Trapstar
Claimin' that you gon' shoot man
Claimin' that you gon' stab man
Stop it you ain't a bad man
Blud you're a li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Blud you're a li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
You claim you bang guns (Liar)
You claim you make funds (Liar)
You claim you ride out (Liar)
You claim you don't go down (Liar)
La-la-la-la-liar (Liar)
La-la-la-la-liar (Liar)
La-la-la-la-liar (Liar)
La-la-la-la-li-li-li-liar
B-B-Blud you're a li-li-li-liar
Li-li-li-liar, li-li-li-liar, li-li-li-liar
Liar!
The lyrics of MOSTACK's "Liar Liar Remix" present a provocative commentary on the concept of authenticity and the pretenses of those who claim to be something they are not. The song aggressively calls out people who posture as "gangster" and "bad man," making empty threats and boasting about criminal activity they have not committed. The lyrics assert that proclaiming such falsehoods is a betrayal of self and a waste of time. The repeated refrain of "liar liar" drives home the message, emphasizing the consequences of putting on false pretenses.
Moreover, the song also touches on loyalty and betrayal. It talks about how the rapper has learned the hard way that he cannot trust anyone and how people who claim to be a part of the same group ultimately act against each other. These ideas are conveyed through vivid imagery such as knocking on someone's door and unexpected gunshots. The lyrics are full of bravado and posturing, but ultimately, they reflect on the emptiness of such acts and disavow any false claims of bravado.
Overall, "Liar Liar Remix" is a powerful message about the dangers of posturing and the importance of being true to oneself. The song urges people not to waste time trying to be something they are not, and to be honest with themselves and others.
Line by Line Meaning
Claimin' that you're a Gyalist
You're saying you're good with the ladies
Claimin' that you're a gangster
You're saying you're part of a gang
Claimin' you gon' rob me
You're saying you're going to steal from me
Claimin' that you're a Trapstar
You're saying you make money in the drug trade
Claimin' that you gon' shoot man
You're saying you're going to shoot someone
Claimin' that you gon' stab man
You're saying you're going to stab someone
Stop it you ain't a bad man
You're not actually tough
Blud you're a li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
You're lying, you're a liar
Damn, fuck!
An expression of frustration
Where's my mind gone?
Asking where your thoughts are
I can't let bygones be bygones
I can't forget about past problems
If niggas touch my Darg
If someone hurts my friend
Grab a Shaitan
Get a weapon
Wanna tell me something?
Do you have something you want to say?
Please tell me later cause you just ate bacon
I don't want to hear it right now
You can't whisper in my ear, no
I don't want to hear secrets
That bitch aired me back then, ha
That girl rejected me before
Look who's getting aired now
Now she's getting ignored by me
"I swear I dipped that Yute"
I swear I fought that person
So if you're going to tell the story, nigga, please tell the truth man
If you're going to tell the story, please tell the truth
I can't trust nobody
I don't trust anyone
I learned that the hard way
I learned it from a difficult experience
Riding out in broad day
Going out in the middle of the day
They say they love me but it's all hate
They pretend to love me but actually hate me
They screamin', "gang gang"
They're shouting their allegiance to their gang
But your Gyal ?
What about your girl?
Follow me, I follow you but we are not Dargs
We're not really friends
Madman, badman
Crazy man, dangerous man
Then why you love talk?
Then why do you love to talk?
Hotspice, spicy
Attractive woman
She got the hot sauce
She's very attractive
Damn, fuck!
An expression of frustration
Blud you're a li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
You're lying, you're a liar
Liar, liar
You're a liar
I can only spit the truth man, I can't lie
I'll only tell the truth, I won't lie
Last night I thought of making it my last night
Last night I was considering ending my life
Blow me head off, but fuck that
Kill me, but I don't care
I'm alive and feel better
I'm still alive and feel better
Let's make these niggas jealous
Let's make these guys envious
Why you mad your gyal feeling me?
Why are you angry that your girlfriend likes me?
What's all this gun talk about killing me?
Why are you talking about killing me with guns?
Man will knock up on your door like "Delivery"
I'll show up at your door like a delivery man
When you open the door "Agh, you're kidding me!"
When you open the door you'll be surprised
(Bang!)
The sound of a gun
Surprise, fucker!
You're surprised, asshole!
You try tell me suck my mother
You insulted my mother
I'm with the real gun man, yeah, the eye shutter
I'm with the real gun man, who's proficient with guns
These pagans praying that I fuck up
These people hope I'll fail
Nice try, brother
You almost tricked me, but not quite
Me like bums and breasts
I like women's butts and breasts
Me like money and sex
I like money and sex
I hate it when a girl say, Squad
I don't like it when a girl says "Squad"
And these times your squad looks dead (Fuck You)
And these days your friends look lame (screw you)
You claim you bang guns (Liar)
You say you use guns (but you're lying)
You claim you make funds (Liar)
You say you make money (but you're lying)
You claim you ride out (Liar)
You say you go out (but you're lying)
You claim you don't go down (Liar)
You say you don't fail (but you're lying)
La-la-la-la-liar (Liar)
You're a liar
B-B-Blud you're a li-li-li-liar
You're a liar
Li-li-li-liar, li-li-li-liar, li-li-li-liar
Liar, liar, liar
Liar!
You're a liar!
Lyrics ยฉ Bucks Music Group
Written by: DARIUS ELLINGTON FORDE, JAMES WESLEY THOMAS GRANT, SAMUEL DALEY MONTELL, JAMES GRANT, Samuel Montell, CASYO JOHNSON, KARL WILSON, MOMODOU LAMIN JALLOW
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DIOR
Claimin' that you're a Gyalist
Claimin' that you're a gangster
Claimin' you gon' rob me
Claimin' that you're a Trapstar
Claimin' that you gon' shoot my team
And that you gon' stab man
Stop it... you ain't a bad man
Blud you're a li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Keep up with the lies, fam it's hard for them
You're not lying, say Wallahi then
Them man lying, say their team went and bought sticks
About arsenals, your team never bought shit
It's not by force, be a goon
Cause there's no turning back when it booms
You got caught dabbing in a rave
Now the doctors are dabbing on your wounds
Everybody is a G till the war spreads
And the arms on your face, call it Ahmed
Mi no wan stress, I'd rather a bad B
Feel my D in her abs, call me Abdi
When the brain's shit, what the fuck's this?
So much uck, you would think I'm from Uxbridge
Self made, I eat Thai in tuxes
Stop lying, you ain't hustlers
Don't let these wimps near me
Liar, liar, Jim Carrey
When it's on, they just run and hide
Bout .45s, swear on your mother's life
Skrr, skrr when I'm in a coupe
My young G, bring the beef to your door like Deliveroo
So don't get smart
If they find out that Mark's got the belly, they'll stretch Mark
If there's a problem, let me know
I need a bad ting like Demi Rose
I saw your chick in Nandos
Now she try'na Periscope
She wanna come back, late night ting
Better put your phone on silent
She said she never did this before
Stop lying, stop lying
Claimin' that you're a Gyalist
Claimin' that you're a gangster
Claimin' you gon' rob me
Claimin' that you're a Trapstar
Claimin' that you gon' shoot my team
And that you gon' stab man
Stop it... you ain't a bad man
Blud you're a li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
All night camper
Sweetcorn for a pretender
Might hit a bystander, last man standing
You no understand him, last car got abandoned
Pull up in something that's not regular
Three man in the back, there's no leg room nah
This man wanna gossip and spread rumour
I don't talk about beef when I'm next to ya
You pop guns, sell bricks and you're no good
Put work in the streets and you're so hood
Yeah right, all of that sounds good
But why you not allowed back in your own hood?
Somebody's lying
Catch you red handed and you're still lying
Lying, lying
Can't mix sheep with lions
Bitches, all I hear is they keep bitching
Sideman, pick a side, man, stop switching
What is this? These niggas got me on the hit list
I'm laughing, the only time they'll have me in stitches
I got a phone call, my pagan got touched
I weren't at the crime scene, I was in the hot tubs
Having a hot rub, you drop bangers, man it's hot stuff
Now that's a lie, cause you're not us
That was cheeky, she sucked my dick
While she tickled my balls, ooh la la, that was freaky
I didn't say I didn't like it though
You're looking like your bro, go buy a Lyca bro
Just trap hard, lick them shots like you're Lampard
Trap yard, turn it mad, I'm the landlord
Fiver, sell fives, you're just a minor
Liar, fake brudda in the designer
Them man lie through their teeth
Take man's grub, I can't lie, I'm a teef
Them man don't hit the trap and get cheese
You're a rat, you don't flip and stack, you're just chief
You're lying, it's written all over
You ain't the gyaldem sugar, you're the gyaldem chauffeur
You're the gyaldem's joker
Sitting on your face, you're the gyaldem's sofa
Chunkz
Haha you got to love Krept and Konan! Absolute banger.
AKMAN 699
not really
Martin2loose
u gotta love chunks ;)
Max
Chunkz man lyk CHUNKZIINOO you no
yamz bc
Chunkz mate in what country? Beirut?
NotEzden
I got the gun on my waist
Ella Madison
This is still on my workout mix in 2023. The best song writing. Borderline genius.
MoStack -Ft. J Hus, Krept & Konan went in HAM on this right here, straight up BANGAAA! Even Tho he used AUTHENTICVIEWS to glow up out of Ludacris -it dont change the fact that he is a mad talented artist
SO. Livendirect
J hus is insanely talented
Sakina Omar
yp his part was my fave
Ia
his flow is too maadd ๐ฅ