fake gib - akimbo4s lyrics
[intro]
(gandorf, what did you just do, bro?)
[verse]
sometimes i get in my head and i think i’m not doing enough
i think that i need her to call my bluff
i’m focused on money, unfortunately, l*st
i’m beating her back and she point at her mouth to bust
i’m blowing this smoke, he was out of luck
b*tch, i’m on top, you been stuck in a rut
and i know that’s yo’ girl, but she begging to f*ck
i put on j*panese denim, yo’ boyfriend still rocking that minimal
you got them gems ’round yo’ neck, but i got a new chain full of them minerals
oh, that’s yo’ girl? but she wanna eat up my t*st*cl*s
they hate me now, but i’m finna sell festivals
i smoke a lot of weed, but it’s medical
she think that i’m not smart, but i think real technical
not hard work you gave mе, b*tch, knew it was preventablе
and i don’t even know if i like you or like the fact that you are just
a dependable
and you must be dumb if you think that i’m finding you as part of it with an extendable (clip)
[chorus]
she wan’ give me top, she wanna suck my d*ck
i already told you don’t call me gabe, my name’s gib
and you could just tell he the fake, he the fake gib
and bae got a fat ass, i told her to shake it
she got me in love, now she wanna get naked
i whipped out my d*ck, she said, “hey, can i taste it?”
don’t wan’ f*ck that b*tch so i rake it up
they sleep on me ’til i wake they ass up
i’m drunk text that b*tch, told her to lighten up
two big glocks, he not fighting us
f*ck god, in 4 i trust
were you really a loser? you doing too much
[verse]
sometimes i get in my head and i think i’m not doing enough
i think that i need her to call my bluff
i’m focused on money, unfortunately, l*st
i’m beating her back and she point at her mouth to bust
i’m blowing this smoke, he was out of luck
b*tch, i’m on top, you been stuck in a rut
and i know that’s yo’ girl, but she begging to f*ck
i put on j*panese denim, yo’ boyfriend still rocking that minimal
you got them gems ’round yo’ neck, but i got a new chain full of them minerals
oh, that’s yo’ girl? but she wanna eat up my t*st*cl*s
they hate me now, but i’m finna sell festivals
i smoke a lot of weed, but it’s medical
she think that i’m not smart, but i think real technical
not hard work you gave me, b*tch, knew it was preventable
and i don’t even know if i like you or like the fact that you are just
a dependable
and you must be dumb if you think that i’m finding you as part of it with an extendable (clip)
[chorus]
she wan’ give me top, she wanna suck my d*ck
i already told you don’t call me gabe, my name’s gib
and you could just tell he the fake, he the fake gib
and bae got a fat ass, i told her to shake it
she got me in love, now she wanna get naked
i whipped out my d*ck, she said, “hey, can i taste it?”
don’t wan’ f*ck that b*tch so i rake it up
they sleep on me ’til i wake they ass up
i’m drunk text that b*tch, told her to lighten up
two big glocks, he not fighting us
f*ck god, in 4 i trust
were you really a loser? you doing too much
[outro]
(and i got scared!)
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