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Fake Shxt by Mystik Liyon Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2017

(Hook)
Who you think you are with your fake shit
My crew gased, no hiking
Put your fingers up, catch a taxi
Fuck fake friends n cheap taxes
Kill the killer coz the killer keeps on killing
Murder rap, flows thrown, there's no forgiving
I been through so much
Now I don't give a shit
Fuck your cheap cheque
I get six digits
Oh shit

(Chorus)
No Need To Be Fake
I See Bitches Like You Everyday
No Need To Be Fake
If Don't Like You Today
I Might Never Love Again

(1st Verse)
There's no no need to be fake
Coz if I don't like you
I'm might never love you again
I'm talking bout women n bitches
More money
More figures
More models
No bitching
No tripping
Just listen
Fuck you and your fake shit
Fake friends, fake designer shoes
Fuck your fake ass, and fake boobs
I admit your tittle is strong with it
Booty game is too strong with it
I might just smash n pass on with it
Coz You know I've always been a hard hitter
But you let me down
Standards low
Lower then ground
Women handled
Fuck your lip job
Get a real one
Spending blesser money
Girl, Chill son
Versace on feet
But your butt hurt
Can't sit down
Stilleto
Had to let go of your bullshit
Said I'm the problem
Had to let you know
Fuck you
Barbie doll
Yellow bone bitch
I'm no Ken doll
Take your weave back
Cause it's plastic
Only 15
Mind of Shakespeare
Release the hatchet
(Hook)
Who you think you are with your fake shit
My crew gased, no hiking
Put your fingers up, catch a taxi
Fuck fake friends n cheap taxes
Kill the killer coz the killer keeps on killing
Murder rap, flows thrown, there's no forgiving
I been through so much
Now I don't give a shit
Fuck your cheap cheque
I get six digits
Oh shit

(Chorus)
No Need To Be Fake
I See Bitches Like You Everyday
No Need To Be Fake
If Don't Like You Today
I Might Never Love Again

(Verse 2)
Out till 12
Getting drunk with friends
Dancing on the streets
Maybe getting lil tipsy
Get home smelling like Green and alcohol
That ain't good
Woke up in a jail cell
Smelling metal n hell
Fired at work so cry
Now you sell your body to some other guys
My nigguh G has seen you
My nigguh Skeet has seen you
My nigguhs Bitch has seen you
My whole crew has seen you
Hooking up with old dudes
Blesser life, man fuck you
Not 21 but I'm a savage
Get the fuck out with your fake assets
Here's a plan, call your man
I hate break ups cause hurts me too
To know out here there's a hoe like you
Cry all you want
Let's call it a night
But down the gun
Rather know Issa knife
Cross my heart 'n hope to die