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letra de fake - casual

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[verse 1: pep love]

ima runner mucka
they say that’s a bad motha-shut yo mouth
everytime i bring the ruckus
bust till my lung is busted
bust till i travel into sp-ce, that remains undiscovered
hieroglyphics is the rap government
and you can get indited if you don’t throw up your hands and punk
yo b-tch

[verse 2: casual]

and i’m on my sh-t
run it b-tch
none of y’all weak motherf-ckers can run with this
the god of the audiobox
whatever comes out of your mouth
i slaughter while the audience watch
under the order of the lord of hip hop
grand mic master, the hiero rules
tongue spit god sh-t, they lose
you on some young sh-t, the pharaoh’s back
i spit black rap

[chorus: casual, pep love & izrell]
all that sh-t you be talking
that’s fake
all that frontin on the camera
that’s fake
we stick to the real
that’s fake
you on that bullsh-t, in other words
that’s fake [2x]

[verse 3: pep love]

i’m hard body with the bars
and i’m caught up with the calls
and the audience applauds
i don’t need to chains
i don’t need no brains
i don’t need gold grills
i don’t need no fame
to flaunt around me
i’m confident but they call me c-cky
these are the ones that make me reply with a child please
you don’t know nothing about me
but when my mouthpiece squeeze the crowd please
i’m outtie

[verse 4: casual]
rap sorcerer, black author, west coast
go off track onto east oakland
mad author, gat pointed to a cat
back off of the magical author walt williams
scholar with the audible auto flow
regarded, the nautical spit cannons
on every article, yo i don’t give a f-ck
it’s rap god, l to yo old heam
red, black and green
the team is here

[chorus: casual, pep love & izrell]

all that sh-t you be talking
that’s fake
all that frontin on the camera
that’s fake
we stick to the real
that’s fake
you on that bullsh-t, in other words
that’s fake [2x]

- casual

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