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Fakin' Lyrics - Artist : SoFaygo
DJ Biko in the mix
Hol on, Hold my blunt Ok we good, yea, blah!, uh Bitch See it all in they face, that they be faking Two bitches counting money, girl I can not be caking If you say you want war with me then I'm erasing, DJ Biko in the mix Push start on the whip is you ready for me to race it? This love not for us, you gotta face it This game, that you playin', get dangerous When I walk up in the spot, I'm in the latest When I'm flexing I can tell these niggas hate it Chief Runna, baby you know it That lil ho annoying Since you wanna fuck let's get going Steady hittin' my phone, like what you doing? Baby I'm chilling, I'm counting this money He ain't getting money, that boy too funny When he walk out, that boy so bummy Baby said Chief Runna, you so cunning Shooters, they lurking, yea they get hunting Tryna buy swag boy, I done done it Shawty so bad, yeah she stunning Give me that thing bae I think I'm in love with it Baby say she like the way that I'm touching it Shawty say she won't ever get enough of it Most of these lil niggas, under me Real Runna, nigga you is not running me Hop in the coup, and you know that I'm flying All of my soldiers be toting that iron Ha, fye, fye, fye, fye Boy I can tell you that you not one of mine All of my soldiers are ready to die We gon pull up on that boy with the 9 No, no I'm not telling no lie Run in yo wallet, gun down with that fye Don't you cheese my weed, that's not yo blunt, that's mine, yea it's mine (No because it's mine) I'm a lil hot head, I don't cry If a nigga play, than a nigga get fried I'm a lil goon, and I never say die Get off my phone, I don't have the time Might have to put a lil nigga in line He don't get guap, that lil boy lying Wanna have my money, you won't get a dime Every body swear they wanna see me shine But I know they telling stories Chief Runna don't got no worries I'm in the studio cooking like Curry Don't want that ho cause I know that she dirty Hop in the coup, and you know that I'm flying All of my soldiers be toting that iron Ha, fye, fye, fye, fye Boy I can tell you that you not one of mine All of my soldiers are ready to die We gon pull up on that boy with the 9 No, no I'm not telling no lie Run in yo wallet, gun down with that fye |
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