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Fake Bitches Lyrics - Artist : Justina Valentine
Ya damn right
Fake bitches, fake love, better lay low Fake bitches make me gassy Oh yeah Yo yo yo Fake bitches, fake love, better lay low Real rap, real chat when I say so Get the bag get the paper get the pesos When she walk by I be like "Hey hoe !" Fake bitches, fake love, better lay low Real rap, real chat when I say so Get the bag get the paper get the pesos She a rat set the trap with some queso I could never twist with a fuck bitch Eight pic posed up like a duck bitch You a try hard doing too much bitch Wish I had a dick you could come suck bitch Turning tricks for a couple bucks bitch You a chicken head let me hear you cluck bitch Fucking with the water thats gon' have you stuck bitch Coming for a real one try your luck bitch I don't wanna have to take down these hoes The grass is up high but the snakes on the low Screaming she real she the fakest I know Your ass don't giggle cause the cakes are borrowed Ain't a bitch breathing who can do it like me Stevie Wonder to a bitch acting like they can't see If you wanna get respect, guess you got to be mean All these bitches are my daughters should've take a plan B, uh Fake bitches, fake love, better lay low Real rap, real chat when I say so Get the bag get the paper get the pesos When she walk by I be like "Hey hoe !" Fake bitches, fake love, better lay low Real rap, real chat when I say so Get the bag get the paper get the pesos She a rat set the trap with some queso It's funny how they never mention me like they ain't heard of me But ain't a single bitch that they could bring that tried to murder me The way I'm killing shit go check my record sure got felonies Not only is she rapping cold but shorty got the melodies How can they make a list of chicks and not even include my name When I'm one of the few who really write and who respect the game And I'm the only one who go bananas when I'm off the brain And all the rules of Hip Hop they used to [?] change Sleeping on me, taking nap, nap, nap, naps But I'm the most ill that's no cap, cap, cap, cap I'm moving to the [?] you're mad, mad, mad, mad And to all my real bitches give a dab, dab, dab, dab There's a few of us that still exist please don't get it twisted We be in the mix, sweet like licorice, kill you with a kiss All you hating bitches still looking sorry And all my real bitches show love like Cardi Fake bitches, fake love, better lay low Real rap, real chat when I say so Get the bag get the paper get the pesos When she walk by I be like "Hey hoe !" Fake bitches, fake love, better lay low Real rap, real chat when I say so Get the bag get the paper get the pesos She a rat set the trap with some queso |
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