Fake

I say baby what it do, tell me what it is
I ain't saying to much to you i ain't giving out no tip
Don't get too comfortable cause shit ain't always legit
You know these n***** lame and you know they gonna fib (Ahh)
Why you do fake i don't understand it oh my
Can't comprehend it i can not fade it oh my
You wanna know everything and that shit won't fly
But it ain't another bitch that's like you that's on god
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my
Balenci all the time i ain't wearing no Ralph
I got the racks and i ran it up out the spot
He got the racks and i kill his ass on arrival
Headshot that n**** dead shot
I ain't doing no rapping with these n***** boutta let this lead out
I ran out the bank then counted up damn this a big knot
I ran that money up cause i got me a med doc

I gotta lil script for that, i gotta lil bitch for that
She wanna have some sex she gotta come pay for that
She want a cool climax i told her ass lift them legs
I get in that pussy then i rat-a-tat then splat
Kill for some bands or torture
I got so many nats i never ever gotta force em
These n***** got some problems me I'm just so unbothered
I'm just to real to scuffle
I'm just to real to shuffle
I got my money right
I got my bitches humble
I got my money right
I let my money double
My mama good just know it she never want for nothing
I gotta lotta uncles i gotta lot of cousins
I gotta lotta brothers i gotta lot of bloodaz
I gotta lotta mm-mm-mm you'll never know it
You finna be a runner
I never ever stuttered
I never ever stumbled
I never ever fumbled

Ouuu
Tell me what it is
I ain't saying to much to you i ain't giving out no tip
Don't get too comfortable cause shit ain't always legit
You know these n***** lame and you know they gonna fib (Ahh)
Why you do fake i don't understand it oh my
Can't comprehend it i can not fade it oh my
You wanna know everything and that shit won't fly
But it ain't another bitch that's like you that's on god
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my
Balenci all the time i ain't wearing no Ralph
I got the racks and i ran it up out the spot
He got the racks and i kill his ass on arrival
Headshot that n**** dead shot
I ain't doing no rapping with these n***** boutta let this lead out
I ran out the bank then counted up damn this a big knot
I ran that money up cause i got me a med doc



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Writer(s): Visious Dixon
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