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letra de fake shit - slim 400

[intro: j. stalin]
(ayy, ayy, you gotta keep that in the beginning)
(ayy, ayy)
gotta let fake n-ggas do fake sh-t (fake sh-t)
so we can separate sh-t
gotta let the fake n-ggas do they fake sh-t (fake sh-t)
so we can separate sh-t

[chorus: j. stalin]
gotta let fake n-ggas do fake sh-t (sh-t)
so we can separate sh-t
and we can see the real n-ggas from the fake sh-t (sh-t)
see the real n-ggas from the fake sh-t
gotta let fake n-ggas do fake sh-t (sh-t)
so we can separate sh-t
and we can see the real n-ggas from thе fake sh-t (hold up, hold up, ake sh-t)
we can see thе real b-tches from the fake b-tches

[verse 1: slim 400]
blassic, n-ggas told you i was blassic
wallabees and kangol on the kids, yeah, we’re magic
study every night, drinking hennessy in my habit
chuckin’ up four hundred, blewin’ up, i’m in the score
f-ck quarantine, get the snow through the bows
f-ck quarantine, get the money through a store
real play the fake ’til the fake don’t know
classic, b-tch, thugged out, pac sh-t, go
i say, “gang,” let ’em think, let ’em drink (woo)
money be the evil, turn fake b-tch fake (hold up, godd-mnit)
ayy, don’t let ’em play you man, you stay true
ooh, they artificial, they ain’t got a clue (ice wata)
[chorus: j. stalin]
gotta let fake n-ggas do fake sh-t (sh-t)
so we can separate sh-t
and we can see the real n-ggas from the fake sh-t (sh-t)
see the real n-ggas from the fake sh-t
gotta let fake n-ggas do fake sh-t (sh-t)
so we can separate sh-t (hey, slim, what it is, n-gga?)
and we can see the real n-ggas from the fake sh-t (it’s lil blood, fake sh-t)
we can see the real b-tches from the fake b-tches (i got you, brother, uh)

[verse 2: lil blood]
how you my brother but you let them n-ggas speak on me? (d-mn)
you heard them n-ggas plottin’ like they finna creep on me, uh
keep it on me, n-gga, i’m a stepper (stepper)
i break a b-tch and put her back together (facts)
glock 45 under my sweater, glock 45 for you haters
f-cked up my brother, turned into a traitor (d-mn)
dre, he was my dawg, but we don’t kick it no more
he smokin’ weed with the opps like we ain’t trippin’ no more
my b-tch told me i’m a dog and she don’t love me no more
i fell for a twitter b-tch, yeah, i’m in love with a ho (sheesh)
gotta let the fake n-ggas do fake sh-t
so we can separate sh-t

[chorus: j. stalin]
gotta let fake n-ggas do fake sh-t (sh-t)
so we can separate sh-t
and we can see the real n-ggas from the fake sh-t (sh-t)
see the real n-ggas from the fake sh-t
gotta let fake n-ggas do fake sh-t (sh-t)
so we can separate sh-t
and we can see the real n-ggas from the fake sh-t (fake sh-t)
we can see the real b-tches from the fake b-tches

- slim 400

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