False Beliefs (feat. AutemR)
Truth be told, with you I wanna get old
But shit with you get old
But one thing that's fasho
This cash, this money, that shit won't ever fold, no
That shit will never fold, that shit won't ever fold, no
Truth be told, with you I wanna get old
But shit with you get old
But one thing that's fasho
This cash, this money, that shit won't ever fold, no
That shit will never fold, that shit won't ever fold, no, no
Never fold, uh uh
'Cus a nigga ten toes, I'm with my bros
Fuck that little bih' she a hoe
Pull out with a beamer on the road
Two hundred on the dash I'm on the go, yeah uh uh
You know that I love you but I hate that you a star
Shawty, yeah she bad and she looking like Minaj
Shawty, yeah she bad but she got a broken heart
Tell me when she love me that she wanna cross heart, yeah yeah
Love scars, love scars
Shawty got them love scars, yeah
Shawty got them love- (yeah, yeah)
Truth be told, with you I wanna get old
But shit with you get old
But one thing that's fasho
This cash, this money, that shit won't ever fold, no
That shit will never fold, that shit won't ever fold, no
Truth be told, with you I wanna get old
But shit with you get old
But one thing that's fasho
This cash, this money, that shit won't ever fold, no
That shit will never fold, that shit won't ever fold, no, no, ugh
But shit with you get old
But one thing that's fasho
This cash, this money, that shit won't ever fold, no
That shit will never fold, that shit won't ever fold, no
Truth be told, with you I wanna get old
But shit with you get old
But one thing that's fasho
This cash, this money, that shit won't ever fold, no
That shit will never fold, that shit won't ever fold, no, no
Never fold, uh uh
'Cus a nigga ten toes, I'm with my bros
Fuck that little bih' she a hoe
Pull out with a beamer on the road
Two hundred on the dash I'm on the go, yeah uh uh
You know that I love you but I hate that you a star
Shawty, yeah she bad and she looking like Minaj
Shawty, yeah she bad but she got a broken heart
Tell me when she love me that she wanna cross heart, yeah yeah
Love scars, love scars
Shawty got them love scars, yeah
Shawty got them love- (yeah, yeah)
Truth be told, with you I wanna get old
But shit with you get old
But one thing that's fasho
This cash, this money, that shit won't ever fold, no
That shit will never fold, that shit won't ever fold, no
Truth be told, with you I wanna get old
But shit with you get old
But one thing that's fasho
This cash, this money, that shit won't ever fold, no
That shit will never fold, that shit won't ever fold, no, no, ugh
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Writer(s): Chizitere Okoro
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