way2fake freestyle by Brexton

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(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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