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letra de fake niggas - paddoorise

intro:
juaino
indian naija number one producer
dope one

hook: britchen
tell the fake n-ggas i say we’re coming
cos they keep calling us upcoming
but we drop it like suicide bombing
now what you gonna do oooh
(2-)

verse 1: britchen
keep it
outta my mind, silly
and i’ve been rapping but you ain’t got the vibe. really?
would it be bothering if i really would hit the ceiling?
motherf-cker that’s what you are, i think its best you believe
the motherf-cker of a motherf-cker is a motherf-cker no matter
how you try to paint that sh-t to be clean
they never made you listen
my sh-t it bound to repeat
it’s like its pulling off ur skin
krrrhh
rip it
the grim reaper
the beat k!ller
he spits iller
and i’m playing with your b-lls, call me serena
this is your game of war? b-tch its my arena
and if its a bottle fight, i’m a bar tender
you better show respect on a deck
pulling off my spec stay erect
else i’m pulling off ur shirt
b-tch i made my fleck
if you misdirected you could really know
that the sh-t i’m giving yo’
would have been a better half if its phyno
if ye know
i be the rap orismos and this be the sp-ce i’m filling oh
i’m taking miss jean, don’t give a f-ck where billy goes
taking me for a wacks?
b-tch really?
mehn i be the one that you gat
you bat
you ain’t got no brother in fact
when i put the beat on a beat down
you know with the fact that i gat to slam
mehn, you f-ckers better watch your back
cos i’m coming with the storm and it don’t matter
if you got your eyes at the back of your head or your ass
ugh ( pop it up boy)
you b-tch ass n-ggas telling me sh-t
b-tch you fake
fake ass b-tch
you ain’t gat sh-t on me
it’s britchen f-ckers
paddoorise, get them!
verse 2: paddoorise
bet me i will turn your b-tch to a widow/
fake ass in a new moon/dido,kido
huh what you gonna do motherf-cking dumb dude’s/
stab you with a rap verse now y’all confused/
fake ass you know what am gonna do/
f-ck u/
i got my own group with my rap rules/
from the bottom growth from the grassroot’s/
mo deja abori mo de n fori labu/
am in mood, i run my hood/
time to bomb your hood, what you gonna do/
moti expload mr jumbu/
ele ri mi mu,i no bi babu/
mi o n se ola tabi remi/ e bemi
fake n-ggas you hear mi?
don’t dare mi/
f-ck with me sucide boomb i heard enough/
you flop/
you bluff/
we here, we top, take the store
we start the war, you want the war/
we give you war/
we whip your head/
you wack in s-x and you wack rap
what you really good at?
i really top the chart/
i can borrow you little swagg/
bring your crew along man/
we here getting large/
stop playing sh-t around/
gme we make the terms/
single bullet get you down
fold your raps in my palm
ati de and we bam
we hot can’t be camp/
suicide bomb this alarm

hook: britchen
tell the fake n-ggas i say we’re coming
cos they keep calling us upcoming
but we drop it like suicide bombing
now what you gonna do oooh
(2-)

- paddoorise

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