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letra de fake love - young dexster

(gang gang dexster , woah okay )
[chorus]
you don’t love me you just cappin you love sauce
yea i used to me be a worker they done made a boss
you was wit for wins but couldn’t take the loss , told you to stay down its a grind i’m never fallin off
even on my own bae i’m still gone reach the top
why you say you ridin for a n-gga when you know you not
why u trynna short sell me you know i’m hot
don’t even tell me that you sorry cuz you got caught
would you still be sorry if you didn’t know he took my spot
would you be sorry if you didn’t know i slide on blocks
would you still be sorry if you didn’t know you hurt my heart
held gave everything together baby and thats from thе start
[verse 1]
how left me in the wind on god this sh-t morе than hard
forever stabbed in the back boy i’m more than scarred
i done set fire to the booth i’m a music star
buffed up when u see me hoppin out the car
yea and thats in any weather
chains got me colder than a b-tch i’m finna play the sweater
this lil n-gga lame baby you know i better
you know i’m the one that come through and i get you wetter
you know how you get when you find out i’m in yo section
lookin in yo eyes off this pill i can feel the tension
when you talk about the past am i ever mentioned
girl don’t be acting like you slow b-tch you know its dexster
yea and i’m gettin lit , let me find out you havin pressure bout a shory then
you forgot that ima step if they flip the script
ima set the play and you better go get under it
don’t let me have to take you off the team boy u fumblin
i just walked in all the b-tches had to look twice
sh-t the kit f-ckin up my eye sight
silly lil rabbit did u think i’d let that sh-t fly , ill paint the scene wit emotion call it tie die
go to speaking spanish to the b-tch for the one time
she said did i pay for the sneaks i’m like h-ll nah
they know i’m truth when i speak dexster verda
where the f-ck the mail at b-tch i need my clothes dog
widebody b-tch bring it in i’m finna road hog
i was really in the trap somewhere gettin bags off
you was at yo mom house chillin eatin corndogs , y’all lil n-ggas be some kids swear i can’t afford y’all
this lil n-gga lyin in the booth take the cap off
i’ll walk em down bare face take the mask off
cartier graduated tint on the shades
x-ray vision i can see thru the hate
free tmil out that b-tch it got us beefin wit the state
she said what you wanna eat i said hibachi wit the steak
road runnin lil baby ill be home a lil late
and you left all alone best beileve i’m eatin great
yea best beileve i’m eatin great
free tmill out that b-tch its forever free the gang
yea its forever f-ck the state
[chorus]
you don’t love me you just cappin you love sauce
yea i used to me be a worker they done made a boss
you was wit for wins but couldn’t take the loss , told you to stay down its a grind i’m never fallin off
even on my own bae i’m still gone reach the top
why you say you ridin for a n-gga when you know you not
why u trynna short sell me you know i’m hot
don’t even tell me that you sorry cuz you got caught
would you still be sorry if you didn’t know he took my spot
would you be sorry if you didn’t know i slide on blocks
would you still be sorry if you didn’t know you hurt my heart
held gave everything together baby and thats from the start
(yea , rtn young dexster)

- young dexster

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