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letra de fake - loriee

[verse 1: loriee]
i knew you were fake from the jump a-a-au
i met my idols man i couldn’t f-ck this up (quack quack)
i told him stop his shawty she couldn’t get enough
i knew you would do me wrong and these n—- just my sons
they wanna be me
i told them lies yeah i try to be deceiving
and if he talking all that sh-t he won’t be breathing
you making music no success so what’s the meaning
we gon’ leave him bleeding
let’s go go go go
i heard your song you shouldn’t post post post post
i’m with my gang we do the most most most most
i run it up i’m stacking shows shows shows shows
(and that’s just how we coming)

[verse 2: crusey]
turn the page b-tch, i f-cking flip the script-ipt
got a tac b-tch i keep that sh-t equipped-uipped
talkin-talkin sh-t but we don’t know who you is-is
log him out now he mad he wanna quit-quit
i i-i can’t-can’t let him away-way
t-tie him up now he digging his own gr-a-ave
i i-i can’t-can’t let him away
feel like prkr “feel like crusafix i pull up with a blade”
(dude)
[verse 3: 1crusafix]
i’ve been at the top yea
why you on my c-ck bruh?
can u get a job?
no you’re broke, and i’m u-u-u-up
a-ah-uhuhuh
now your life is over
smoking sticky icky pack, such a f-ckin’ stoner
yea i hold dat rifle
knock him out no nyquil
bodies stackin’ in the room stacking like the eiffel
shut up shut up, wait that’s the wrong song
talkin sh-t on me, ah-ahah-uh, smash him in the wall

[verse 4: dime!]
i swear to god i’m givin’ up
talkin’ down on gang
p-ssy i don’t give a f-ck
spraying all these bullets hit your face, you better duck
n—- when i run up on your gang (u out of luck)
b-tch i’m making profit
yeah you better stop it
b-tch i’m making profit
yeah you better stop
b-tch i’m-b-tch i’m making pro-o-
yeah you better sto-op it
b-tch i’m making pro-o-
yeah you better stop-
[verse 5: stazlol]
i knew you were fake from the jump a-a-au
i met my idols man i couldn’t f-ck this up (quack quack)
i told him stop his shawty she couldn’t get enough
i knew you would do me wrong and these n—- just my sons
they wanna be me
i told them lies yeah i try to be deceiving
and if he talking all that sh-t he won’t be breathing
you making music no success so what’s the meaning
we gon’ leave him bleeding
let’s go go go go
i heard your song you shouldn’t post post post post
i’m with my gang we do the most most most most
i run it up i’m stacking shows shows shows shows
(and that’s just how we coming)

- loriee

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