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letra de fake friends - urz trulee

[chorus]
i don’t want fake friends these n-ggas, not in my ends
i cannot pretend
y’all n-ggas hating on the trend
i don’t wanna see you again
i don’t want fake friends these n-ggas, not in my ends
i cannot pretend
y’all n-ggas hating on the trend
i don’t wanna see you again

[verse 1]
yeah i was down i was hurting
but not y’all worth it, so i’m swerving
if tryna hit me up you getting curved fam
matter fact i’m a kick you to the curb man
n-ggas tryna act real and that’s disturbing
so i gotta focus up we can’t chill cause you a dub
i’m chillin’ with my n-ggas
sippin’ on a pitcher posing for the pictures
n-ggas talkin’ sh-t we knock em like a sticker
i heard you want smoke but i do not f-ck with swishers
do you get it?
i give no f-cks you got no hitters
n-ggas on some slimе sh-t then for ask for forgiveness
i’m bout stacking dimеs b-tch, i’m bout my business
n-ggas switching up so i keep up on my pivot
that b-tch work her body like a gymnast
i give her back shots she done in minutes
she lay her head down when i’m finished
got my styrofoam cup i’m replenished
n-ggas mad cause i’m up y’all diminished
i’m in first place the race is finished
[chorus]
i don’t want fake friends these n-ggas, not in my ends
i cannot pretend
y’all n-ggas hating on the trend
i don’t wanna see you again
i don’t want fake friends these n-ggas, not in my ends
i cannot pretend
yall n-ggas hating on the trend
i don’t wanna see you again

[verse 2]
gettin’ the flow up, pickin’ the dough up
i’m finna show out, n-ggas don’t show up
heard n-ggas ran outta bands, money done slowed up
yeah i know she feigning for the gram, she gotta hold up
yeah uh fortnite legendary clip, i got my gold up
yeah uh lames can’t tell me sh-t, give em the shoulder
yeah uh that’s how i’m rockin’
i’m a mother f-ckin’ problem, y’all ain’t stopping
run a n-gga for his pockets if he try me
good in every hood with no id
need some neck and s-x that b-tch supply me
chillin in the party with my posse
sip cups, dripped up in the lobby
gettin’ to the paper is my hobby
cause i’m on; i’m on a mission
i gotta vision, and it’s vivid
i’m on a mission, i’m on a mission
[chorus]
i don’t want fake friends these n-ggas, not in my ends
i cannot pretend
y’all n-ggas hating on the trend
i don’t wanna see you again
i don’t want fake friends these n-ggas, not in my ends
i cannot pretend
y’all n-ggas hating on the trend
i don’t wanna see you again

- urz trulee

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