Fake shit version two

Miss me wit dat fake shit.

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Keep playin games wit da kid u a lame and bitch.

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Goes for the same for ya clique i aint trippin cuz married wit a kid On the way in a bit.

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fame on the way in a bid.

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Ya boy do his thang wit da chips like vegas bet a stack wit a sip.

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Im drinkin henessy gettin tipsy.

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Won a hundun double up pushin weight bout a flip

Rain drop.

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Wave pop.

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She got her own hair not a bold thot.

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Cabbage patch [nope] not a bold spot.

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Cookin-up-meals not a small pot.

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Plus she badd and boujee.

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Look at the finger its zales the jewler.

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Look at the hands and feet and make up and purses and money our swag is ruthless.

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Aint no fake shit.

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Red bottoms like space ships.

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Didn't catch it? I stay zipped.

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louboutin i stay hip.

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Stay strapped and stay safe wit clips.

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I brung it out to come play bitch.

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I save a lot but im not rich.

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Rich in wisdom and realness.

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Fake niggas cant feel this...