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way2fake freestyle by Brexton
- (You say those things 'bout me, you say those thangs 'bout me)
- (You say, you say, uh, you say, you say, uh)
- (You say, you say those thangs 'bout me, uh)
- You niggas so fake, you so two faced
- I can see my demons starin' at me tellin' me some thangs
- That I ain't wanna hear
- Let me disappear, let me disappear
- I can't face my fears, Imma cry red tears
- And them hoes so weird, you hoes so fake
- And you know I'm everywhere
- Them bitches don't know Jay
- I was hitting her line, she say, "Hey, leave me 'lone, bae"
- She ain't really textin' me no more
- I guess that hoe lost faith
- Now I'm with my gang, we gonna go gang bang
- My niggas up in the Wraith, we gon' ride wit'a K
- Fuck around might get sprayed, she was my number 1 babe
- But now she way too fake, I know she be two faced
- I ain't wan' admit it, I'm with my gang, we be dissing
- On them hoes that went missing, aye
- Saw you and Tae kissin', had to go get my damn Glocky
- He done fucking shot me, I got them kicks like karate
- But if you niggas wanna fight me
- Then why ain't you fought me?
- It been so long since I seen my lil' shawty
- She wantin' them diamonds I'm wantin' her body
- She be on my dick everytime she done saw me
- But honestly, fuck all these hoes, please get off me
- She tryna act like she ain't dumb, her love like wasabi
- Way too hot, she a hottie, uh
- Way too hot, she a hottie, uh
- I'm with my boys wit' my Shotty
- Pumpin' the bitches, got my Tommy
- She know I been too high off the molly
- It ain't even Christmas but I been feelin jolly, woah
- You know I wait in the lobby
- She say I need a therapist
- I told her I'm way too godly
- Do you know how hard bein' a god be?
- My rhymes got her fucked up, yea she naughty
- I'm like Soulja, Imma soldier, I ain't sober
- Hop in the Rover, Imma smoker, Imma smoke her
- I need closure, 'fore my life over
- Givin' hoes cold shoulders, she like my owner
- Call me Superman cuz I be solar
- And honestly, I'm super damned, it's over
- And you know I shoot yo mans in October, yeah
- Okay, okay, okay, bitch I'm colder than polar
- You know when I see you my heart beat slower
- It don't beat faster, no happily ever after
- Skills that I've mastered, bitch, I sell my soul on the broker
- The devil be in my head on my shoulder
- I got an angel on the other side of my room as a poster
- The devil been wantin' me dead we playin' poker, yeah
- This love shit mediocre, I been pickin 4 leaf clovers, huh
- Pursue them hoes, Imma rope her in
- And you know I'm like the Joker
- Hair green like an ogre, guess Imma loner
- You know Imma stoner, I can't even use my toaster
- Cuz all these hoes be posers, you know I put on my loafers
- They fake as hell, like SmokePurpp said he got a motherfuckin' boner, uh
- That rap was ass, yeah, I'm tryna not probe her
- But I done fucked myself up, please hold me closer
- And you niggas too fake to understand
- You know I hate that lil nigga named Aubrey Graham
- You know I'm Kendrick's number one fan
- And number one stan, yea Drake be damned
- And fuck them niggas, Imma go and shoot yo mans
- She wan' get a tan, all my bitches pull up they pants
- Hidin' they Glocky's, bitch, we got a knife in our hands
- We not afraid to stab a lil nigga who don't do our commands, yeah
- Bitch, I don't care 'bout yo demands, no no
- I'm with all my niggas on the 'Gram, oh oh
- I done spent like a 100 grand, oh oh
- You know who I am, so y'all be damned, oh oh
- And I been failin' my exams, oh oh
- You know she my green eggs &ham like Sam I Am, oh oh
- I turn on my cam, lil' bitch, this song my jam
- Swear to God she a degenerate scrollin' on 4chan
- No offense to 4chan, y'all cool, yeah
- But honestly some y'all be fools, yeah
- Y'all saved a cat from an abuser
- He thought he won but he didn't now he got no future
- I'm with all my niggas ram my car at yo doorstep
- Them niggas talk shit but they don't know yet
- I'm doin' gangbanging with my hoes, yeah
- And fuck them niggas who cannot let go yet, okay okay
- I don't give a fuck
- I just need the money, babygirl, cash be my lunch
- You know when I see the cash I cannot help but munch
- You know you can be my motherfucking crutch
- When I fucking fall you're the only thing I clutch
- We gon' die together babe that's what God wants
- We gon' stay together babe even if we break up twice a month
- You is my only babe I'll only say that once, uh
- (All you niggas way too fake, you know what's up)
- (Imma hang 'round wit' my gang, we be way too young)
- (You know you is way too fake, don't try to act dumb)
- (Niggas be way too two faced, they fucking suck)
- And you know they way too fake, they out of luck
- I don't give any fucks, Imma count up my bucks
- Get that bitch fucking stuck, leave her ass so lovestruck
- Put the gang in the truck, with the girls who shake they butts
- I don't want no fucking hugs
- All them hoes done gave me cuts
- I relapse with the fucking drugs
- Can't relax with the bullets I have to duck, yeah
- Yeah, my gun be tucked, these strings I pluck
- You know you broke me, yeah, honestly? Yuck!
- Hoes leave me in disgust, it takes time to adjust
- My heart fucking rusts and slowly turns to dust
- But you can suck my dick, cuz is it love or lust?
- All I wanna be is to be loved
- When you left me I was so crushed
- Everythang I do be way too damn rushed
- Fuck what we just discussed, I just
- Know this shit's a must, yeah
- You done broke my trust, yeah
- And honestly, this shit's unjust, bullets gon' bust
- Them hoes always fuss wait 'til they get cuffed
- Guess yo' love is a plus, but fuck 'em all, all of 'em be fucked
- When I see you babygirl my heart wants to cuss
- When I see you babygirl I start to act tough
- When I see you babygirl, let's go really rough, uh
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