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letra de fake drugs - swag toof

[verse 1: choirboy]
sh-t, it’s like everything you sayin’ for me
guns, drugs, cash, clothes, the picture you paintin’ homie
sh-t, i know i’m broke
it’s motivation for me
return of the real, know you was waitin’ for me
[?] b-tch ain’t for decoration only
[?]
you about as thug as clay aiken’s homies
scared of your shadow, call you [?]
my mom got more nuts than yo whole crew, god
can’t feel these fake thugs like a hologram 2pac
true talk, been around the block, i paid my dues off
you lost, looking for stripes, don’t know the true cost
too soft, time to wake up and turn the snooze off
either you can’t see yourself or your whole view’s off
[?] still hanging from a rooftop
[?] how the f-ck a motherf-cker too soft?
ooh stop, you k!llin’ ’em
we gotta make it
god-willing, fam
you ain’t heard about ’em? then let me fill you in
[?]
from where the flow be the motherf-cking [?]
you got them drugs, chop chop like a ceiling fan?
we know that’s not you, whose swag you stealin’ man?
me and you no synonym, fake gangsters we ain’t feelin’ them
[chorus: choirboy, ouija macc, both]
your posse perpetratin’, actin’ like some fake thugs
we ain’t feeling you at all like some fake drugs
fake drugs, fake drugs
we ain’t feeling you at all like some fake drugs
just be yourself ’cause you can tell that we gon’ stay us
we ain’t feeling you at all like some fake drugs
fake drugs, fake drugs
we ain’t feeling you at all like some fake drugs
fake, fake drugs, fa-fa-fa-fake drugs
fake, fake drugs, fa-fa-fa-fake drugs
fa-fa-fake drugs, fake drugs, fa-fake drugs
fake, fake drugs, fake drugs, drugs

[verse 2: ouija macc]
b-tch i’m swaggin’, i’m swaggin’
i’m a fire-breathing dragon
man, my chain almost touched the ground
i’m leaning over laughing
[?] music loud when i’m ashing
you be ratchet with the bass low, lookin’ for some aspirin
i was ten with my pants low, westside saggin’
i’m a cold-ass cracker, boy, i feel at home in aspen
i’m just rappin’, i’m just saying what i’m saying
man, i’m cr-ppin’ on these j.crew models out here talking about they trappin’
you ain’t trappin’, motherf-cker, you don’t be like that
you ain’t got ak-47s up in the street like that
you ain’t got keys, runnin’ and duckin’ them dts like that
neither do we but we ain’t f-cking wannabes like that
see, you ain’t f-cking with that toof g-a-n-g like that
so why in the f-ck are you over there tryna be lookin’ at me like that?
i’m just saying, i’m just saying
man, it’s swag toof, b-tch
i’m just saying, i’m just saying
who the f-ck are you, b-tch?
i keep some halloween socks, and a fake gold chain
so if i leave ’em at your girl’s house, then it ain’t no thang
she was expecting me to call but that phone ain’t gon’ ring
and when she call, i’m like a zombie, i just smoke that green
she sayin’ my name and you up in the studio sayin’ you pop them thangs
we poppin’ some e and she slobbin’ on me while i’m playing yo xbox games
it’s dubs up, windows down
bass up, let that motherf-cking sh-t pound
fake thugs get down
[chorus: choirboy, ouija macc, both]
your posse perpetratin’, actin’ like some fake thugs
we ain’t feeling you at all like some fake drugs
fake drugs, fake drugs
we ain’t feeling you at all like some fake drugs
just be yourself ’cause you can tell that we gon’ stay us
we ain’t feeling you at all like some fake drugs
fake drugs, fake drugs
we ain’t feeling you at all like some fake drugs
fake, fake drugs, fa-fa-fa-fake drugs
fake, fake drugs, fa-fa-fa-fake drugs
fa-fa-fake drugs, fake drugs, fa-fake drugs
fake, fake drugs, fake drugs, drugs

[verse 3: choirboy & ouija macc]
[?] fake, fraudulent
these crackers [?]
ooh baby, don’t have a clue what i been through
related to crazy street [?]
true blue, we like the new navy
so grab your gats and hit ’em l!cks
[?]
pimpin’ hoes and turning tricks
[?] b-tch, know what you is
[?]
your life is fabricated, looking like something you just [?]
motherf-cker, you’s a lie, you ain’t off in it
you watch your sh-t and then play it back like [?]
you ain’t doing sh-t, you’s a placebo
fake thug set trippin’, be the next victim
catch ’em slipping while they perpetrating, syrup-sipping
we like that straight lean prescription, drool dripping
they fake drugs to us pimpin’, can’t feel ’em
they talkin’ ’bout they bird-flipping, got a [?] with ’em
come with my axe, collect that tax and then it’s straight dippin’
straight tippin’ down the block, hoopty wheel grippin’
my og [?], still crippin’
he told me years ago to study who i hang with
satan comes in many forms, be on the lookout for that snake sh-t
do great sh-t, go apesh-t, and get them b-tches naked
and show them motherf-ckers you are not the one to play with, huh
[chorus: choirboy, ouija macc, both]
your posse perpetratin’, actin’ like some fake thugs
we ain’t feeling you at all like some fake drugs
fake drugs, fake drugs
we ain’t feeling you at all like some fake drugs
just be yourself ’cause you can tell that we gon’ stay us
we ain’t feeling you at all like some fake drugs
fake drugs, fake drugs
we ain’t feeling you at all like some fake drugs
fake, fake drugs, fa-fa-fa-fake drugs
fake, fake drugs, fa-fa-fa-fake drugs
fa-fa-fake drugs, fake drugs, fa-fake drugs
fake, fake drugs, fake drugs, drugs
fake, fake drugs, fa-fa-fa-fake drugs
fake, fake drugs, fa-fa-fa-fake drugs
fa-fa-fake drugs, fake drugs, fa-fake drugs
fake, fake drugs, fake drugs, drugs

- swag toof

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