Fake

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Lil Mister - Rap, Drill

Fake

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[Intro] You a fake, wop You a fake, wop [Chorus] You a fake, type of people coming round my way See a young nigga counting cake You a fake, type of peeps that smiling in your face Shine, they really wanna take your place You a snake, them the kinda people that I hate Up the 30, let it penetrate Bitch your face, you the type of nigga call the Jakes Them the typa people that I hate [Verse] You a fake, bitches they be on me cause I'm paid Pull up in that foreign like a race (skrrt skrrt) Bitch I do my thing, slappin' in the winter and the rain I gotta sell that white, yeah cocaine Come in the rain, catch me with my gang, we maintain My niggas, yeah we throwing up insane Choppas go bang, shoot a fuck nigga in his brain (Grra!) Me and you are not the damn same (Nah!) I'm whipping cocaine (Work!), nigga want the money, fuck the fame I fucked your bitch and I don't know her name She give me full brain, she taught a young nigga how to think Sipping on that purple and that pink Yeah that lean, I be off that pure codeine (Dope) My niggas turn up, turn up to extreme Rolling off them beans, choppas with the knifes, murder scene (Grra!) Clean a nigga like some Listerine [Chorus] You a fake, type of people coming round my way See a young nigga counting cake You a fake, type of peeps that smiling in your face Shine, they really wanna take your place You a snake, them the kinda people that I hate Up the 30, let it penetrate Bitch your face, you the type of nigga call the Jakes Them the typa people that I hate [Outro] Nigga, you a fake

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  • Lil Mister