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letra de fake love - fattmack

[intro]
(tahj money)

[chorus: fattmack]
yeah, amiri shoes and palm angels
you was mine, but now we strangers
n-ggas trying, he gon′ die, blow my fire from every round (yeah)
pop a perc’ to clear my mind, i just was hurt, but now i′m painless
i found some syrup, now i’m drank-less, yeah, i come from dirt, but now i’m famous (yeah)

[verse: raq baby]
see how we work, still put a n-gga ass in the dirt, you know what i′m saying?
they wanna work, now i earned everything i got, n-gga know i change
run from who? know i banged
bro, dre got him out, and this way more lighter than you, know what i′m saying?
having rich n-gga problems and dog sh-t in my pocket, it ain’t plain
everyday i wake, i can put something out my wallet, can′t complain
finna go drop a hundred on a brabus or a range truck
wonder why hе won’t pop with that rap sh-t, he said the same story
sеnd a bad b-tch to the block, let us out the sh-t, get banged up

[verse 2: fattmack]
we break up, we f-cked, and we made up
know i let down, we made love
i promise you i never change up
i′m gettin’ rich, i’m turnin′ my gang up
defense on your ass, n-gga, save up
you gon’ need that cash when the rain comes
b-tch, you cut me deep like a razor
you think i ain’t peeping the fake love
b-tch, you the type i stay away from
and i′m probably never gon′ say nothin’
but i bet you see sh-t different
n-gga, i′m fried, hide my mind
that the only time i ever miss you
really, i’m tired when i get loud
that the only time you ever listen, on god
[verse 3: bak jay]
i put my pain into this mic
knew you was gonna leave, but that ain’t right
don′t want feel sh-t, stay here all night
you keep on blowing me, that sh-t annoying, better ask the lord to say your lies
stop bringing up these other b-tches, bae, you only want my type
come be with me, like f-ck your friend
pushing me away, just let me in
you know how it get, i’m on the same sh-t
different day, ride around with my gen
hey, if i give you a chance, don′t blow it
hey, pop out on the menu, you know it
i get the tweaking when i’m off this perks
don′t make me mad, bullets, finna start throwing
fully ‘draco, make his face go, take his head off with his brain
i put all my k!llas on payroll, i know my n-ggas got aim
know i’m a thug, but for you, i change
give my love, my sh-t ain′t basic
why the f-ck all these b-tches the same?
check out my shoes, ain’t nothing i′m chasing
i’m trying to k!ll them right now, can’t be patient
in the hair, the h-ll′s got to move locations
know y′all scared than the b-tch, when we seen this switch
on god, then you start shaking
well, the pride, they got me stuck right now
so i can′t pick up cases
you don’t know what this sh-t do to me
i swear my deal is racing
[chorus: fattmack]
yeah, amiri shoes and palm angels
you was mine, but now we strangers
n-ggas trying, he gon′ die, blow my fire from every round (yeah)
pop a perc’ to clear my mind, i just was hurt, but now i′m painless
i found some syrup, now i’m drank-less, yeah, i come from dirt, but now i’m famous (yeah)

- fattmack

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