Fake Life Gang(FLG)

Why you come dey feel fly?
When you no get cash
Why you come dey feel fly?
When you no get cash
You drive Benz widda lambo oo
Buh you no dey get cash
Tell your girl money Choke ooo
Buh you no dey see chop (Bimba! Bimba!)

Molly in my hands like I'm holy ghost
En no matter who fly na who high the most
Bobby be like tray e be fallen bridge
No matter the capper e no fit rise again
You dey fake gee widda real gees
Wen dey pull up with their Benz
You pull up with ya footies
Shame shame shame no dey do you?
Ebelebe egbuo no dey Yoruba movie

Why you come dey feel fly?
When you no get cash
Why you come dey feel fly?
When you no get cash
You drive Benz widda lambo oo
Buh you no dey get cash
Tell your girl money Choke ooo
Buh you no dey see chop (Bimba! Bimba!)

Cross upon my neck, you know I'm living with the holy ghost
Lash out on the beat and then I leave it all in comatose
I overdose
We ain't got the time for playing friend or foe

I'm just trying to win and I keep hoping that you're on the road
I'm on the road

Trying to get the money and guala
These niggas chasing cassava
And I ain't got no time to spare for these
Toddlers
They keep on faking on the glitz and the glamour
So why these niggas acting like they getting all of the chedda?

So why you say you get enough when you is barely just managing?
Why you faking on em funds? My Nigga I'll tell ya, it's embarrassing
All these bitches got you acting like you simp
Got you spending it
Aint there nothing wrong with that except your wallet is barren again

Got you acting again
Caught you lacking again
Now they bitches and the hoes aint buzzing your phone up again

But I'll tell ya it's a blessing
Cause all these bitches and these hoes ain't never been your brethren

Why you come dey feel fly?
When you no get cash
Why you come dey feel fly?
When you no get cash
You drive Benz widda lambo oo
Buh you no dey get cash
Tell your girl money Choke ooo
Buh you no dey see chop (Bimba! Bimba!)

But you no dey see chop but na you dey form pass
Brother man reason me wenti be your compass
Steady on your grind you no go leave constance?
Abi if e red you go call constance
Btc can come in but you never chop since morning bro you dey do wonders
Abi if e funny you go want dull this dulling bro you go need upper (Oba)

Bro you gaz believe in me, shawdy in my room and she giving me
Man's so hot like a chimney
And I ain't even living it
All these fake life on the Internet
I been All black yall been deeming in
Shawdi on my snap and she's looking like ogbanje
I no really send I dey nack I dey burn jay
On a good day prolly looking like ekueke!
On a good day prolly looking like ekueke!



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Writer(s): Ezichi Nlekwuwa
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