Letra de Fake Love - FattMack

(Feat. Raq Baby, BAK Jay)

(Tahj Money)

Yeah, Amiri shoes and Palm Angels

You was mine, but now we strangers

Nigga try, he gon' die, blow my fire from every round (Yeah)

Pop a Perc' to clear my mind, I just was hurt, but now I'm painless

I found some syrup, now I'm drank-less, yeah, I come from dirt, but now I'm famous (Yeah)

See how we work, still put a nigga ass in the dirt, you know what I'm saying?

They wanna work, now I earned everything I got, nigga know I change

Run from who? Know I banged

Bro, Drac got a mouth, and it’s way more louder than you, know what I'm saying?

Having rich nigga problems and dog shit in my pocket, it ain't plain

Everyday I wake, I can pull something out my wallet, can't complain

Finna go drop a hundred on a Brabus or a Range truck

Wonder why he won't pop with that rap shit?, he said the same story

Send a bad bitch to the block list after she get banged up

We break up, we fucked, then we made up

Know I lay it down, we made love

I promise you I never change up

I'm gettin rich, I'm turnin' my gang up

The feds on your ass, nigga, save up

You gon' need that cash when the rain come

Bitch, you cut me deep like a razor

You think I ain't peeping the fake love

Bitch, you the type I stay away from

And I'm probably never gon' say nothin'

But I bet you see shit different

Nigga, I'm fried, high out my mind

That's the only time I ever miss you

Really, I'm tired when I get loud

That's the only time you ever listen, on God

(Yeah, yeah)

I put my pain into this mic

Knew you was gon' leave, but that ain't right

Don't wan' feel shit, stay here all night

You keep on blowing me, that shit annoying, better ask the Lord to say your lies

Stop bringing up these other bitches, bae, you only want my type

Come be with me, like fuck your friend

Pushing me away, just let me in

You know how it get, I'm on the same shit

Different day, ride around with my Gen

Hey, if I give you a chance, don't blow it

Hey, pop out on them, and you know it

I get the tweaking when I'm off these Percs

Don't make me mad, bullets, finna start throwing

Fully Draco, make his face go, take his head off with his brain

I put all my killas on payroll, I know my niggas got aim

Know I'm a thug, but for you, I change

Give my love, my shit ain't basic

Why the fuck all these bitches the same?

Check out my shoes, ain't nothing I'm chasing

I'm tryna kill him right now, can't be patient

In the hair, the hell′s got to move locations

Know y'all scared than the bitch, when we seen this switch

On God, this nigga start shaking

Well, the pride, they got me stuck right now

So I can't pick up cases

You don't know what this shit do to me

I swear my demons racing

Yeah, Amiri shoes and Palm Angels

You was mine, but now we strangers

Nigga try, he gon' die, blow my fire from every angle (Yeah)

Pop a Perc' to clear my mind, I just was hurt, but now I'm painless

I found some syrup, now I'm drank-less, yeah, I come from dirt, but now I'm famous (Yeah)

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