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letra de fake scammer - ji beats

[intro]
huh? what? nah n-ggas capped out. n-ggas talk a bunch of sh-t that they ain’t ever did. n-ggas say this, say they did that, say they bought this, sayin’ they buying this, saying they going this place, going that place, n-ggas capped out

[verse 1]
i gotta do another verse when i be sw- aw f-ck (hol up, hol up)
i gotta do another verse, i be s- (ight ight ight here we go)
i gotta do another verse
when that b-tch ain’t looking, man i’m going through her purse
lil b-tch said i’m bad, nah b-tch i’m the worst
she said she wish she never met me, she wanna hit reverse
d-mn right lil b-tch, get the f-ck out my life
i got 7.62s, do you wanna keep your life?
& i ain’t gotta worry about missing, i got a red dot sight
& i’m shooting before he reach, i do not play nice
my whole neck is f-cking frozen man this sh-t feel like ice
& i only f-ck with bad hoes, my b-tch like ice spice
& she said can i top you? i’m like b-tch don’t ask twice
cop a 2024 whip, b-tch i just might

[hook]
god d-mn, i remember when they doubted me
now i got so many groupie hoes, they all surrounding me
now i’m smoking like cheech & chong, got a whole pound in me
b-tch do not lay a hand on this fit, learn your boundaries
getting racks everyday, i know my granny proud of me
never grew up with a dad, god d-mn, i’m a b-st-rd
& my b-tch so loyal, she call me her master
b-tch don’t come around the gang, you’ll n-ggas get plastered
why the f-ck would i give handouts? b-tch i never got one
why you flexing with that gl!ck if you know you never shot one
why the f-ck you say you got a foreign if you don’t got one
why the f-ck you say you a scammer? b-tch you are not one
[verse 2]
how the f-ck you claiming all this sh-t that you ain’t ever did
how the f-ck you claim you a man, don’t take care of your kids
n-ggas too capped out, man they shopping at lids
if they ain’t got what i want at saks, i’m throwing a fit
f-ck auntie aj, that n-gga never made a hit
i was out in la when i heard he tryna diss
i was out spending bands, he was taking care of kids
you’ll never come up b-tch, it is what it is
n-ggas gon’ be broke forever & they okay with it
my b-tch bought me a new glock just to play with it
went to the bank pulled out 5 dubs just to lay in it
my n-gga in the kitchen at the stove & he weighing it
feds asking what happened that night, i ain’t saying sh-t
your n-gga going broke off them bills just paying it
hop up in that p-ssy, god d-mn b-tch i be slaying it
i think i wanna stop scamming, i think i’m starting to hate this sh-t
hoe keep starting arguments, i’m starting to hate this b-tch
cooked this beat in five minutes, plate it up, then i ate this b-tch
i think i love my new choppa, i think i wanna date the stick
n-ggas think they competing with me but you ain’t this rich

- ji beats

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