He's with his boys, you took his word But something else, is what you heard What you gon, what you gon do now Now that it's finally all coming it out, yeah You see his face, you read his eyes But you heard his alibi one to many times Starting to figure it all out Every single word coming out of this boy's mouth Was a lie
Boys lie, and somewhere a good girl cries, cries, cries I hate to tell you but Boys lie, aint no need in bein surprised I really hate to tell you but Boys lie, and somewhere a good girl cries, cries, cries I hate to tell you but Boys lie, aint no need in bein surprised I really hate to tell ya… Whoa, whoa, whoa
Come on now, You know he's running game Can't believe a word he says girl what a shame Ready to cuss him the f*** out Might as well move all of his stuff in the dog house What a lame Wouldn't answer his phone I guess you should've known When he sent you a text instead of calling home Tried every trick in the damn book What are you supposed to be dumber than he looks I'll explain
Boys lie, and somewhere a good girl cries, cries, cries I hate to tell you but Boys lie, aint no need in bein surprised I really hate to tell you but Boys lie, and somewhere a good girl cries, cries, cries I hate to tell you but Boys lie, aint no need in bein surprised I really hate to tell ya… Whoa, whoa, whoa You're so much of a liar, you're so much of a liar You're so much of a liar… a liar
Boys lie, and somewhere a good girl cries, cries, cries I hate to tell you but Boys lie, aint no need in bein surprised I really hate to tell you but Boys lie, and somewhere a good girl cries, cries, cries I hate to tell you but Boys lie, aint no need in bein surprised I really hate to tell ya… Whoa, whoa, whoa
Compositores: James “jim Beanz” Washington, Roy “dyshon” Warren & Koil Preample