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fake names - a colors show - freddie gibbs & madlib lyrics

[intro]
uh
yeah, yeah
uh, yeah*yeah, uh
mic check check check, yeah, uh
mic check check check, yeah
mic check check check, yeah, uh
i need a check, check, check
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, uh

[chorus]
sh*t’s so real, gotta use fake names
every time i sleep, dead faces, they occupy my brain
erica said i never changed
it’s the lifestyles of the insane

[verse 1]
you was like a brother to me, no other to me
swear i would tradе my life for yours, i knew you was f*cking with me
found somе n*ggas f*cked your wife and we put them b*tches to sleep
ain’t gon’ say your government, i’ma call him by ricky g
now ricky g, he had a cousin named yella with bricks of yola
had a mexican that came ‘cross the border from arizona
they was getting sh*t for seventeen
tossin’ sh*t to me for twenty*eight
b*tch go for thirty*one, i barely ate
seen them n*ggas frown when i started breaking that sh*t down
said i need more time with them chickens, i’m out here making rounds
jealous n*ggas want they twenty*eight up front now
i bought all the d*mn clientele, we could have ran the town
but f*ck it, you cut the price, then i fly to phoenix
said if you ain’t copping like twenty, then, c*cksucker, beat it, yeah
they put yella boy on the evening news
devil on my shoulder said, “f*ck friends ’cause cash rules”
[chorus]
sh*t’s so real, gotta use fake names
every time i sleep, dead faces, they occupy my brain, uh
christina said i never changed
it’s the lifestyles of the insane

[verse 2]
i done walked through h*ll in these size 12’s
speak it from my own mouth before i let the time tell
dream team legal, i never take an l
courtroom, funeral fresh, givenchy my lapel
pouring up, foreigned up, three bricks, i’m a hundred up
jack a p*ssy, blow his pack, that’s how you f*ck the summer up
f*ck it up, bottled up, your hoes f*ck for followers
vanessas, carries, tiger lilies, b*tch, i’m super modeled up
well, pimp that
my hoes twist it fat, she roll ten backwoods out the zip, yeah
pasadena rena, came to vegas, it was lit, yeah
crystal lynn came all the way to denver for the d*ck, yeah
had to cancel my miami trip, that b*tch was sick, yeah
put me on, always put me on
then labor sixteen hours, need to put me on
drop a zone, dope ain’t locking up, this sh*t done took too long
shout out to bo and charlie mack, man, bring them n*ggas home
most my dawgs got life in jail from conversations on the phone
i bought my first mansion, told my mama leave that dope alone
forget that, used to get ten bricks dominicano off the lip, yeah
put that on my nephew luciano, we the sh*t, yeah
b*tch, i put your p*ssy in the mail, i need to see it, yeah
abby used to follow me on tour, that sh*t was lit, yeah
put me on, freddie, put me on
put me on, freddie, put me on
[outro]
yeah, eastside
kane train, baby
yeah, esgn for life, yeah*yeah
yeah, yeah*yeah, uh
put me on, freddie, put me on, uh
freddie, put me, put me on, uh
put me on, freddie, put me on, uh
put me on, freddie, put me on, yeah
they calling your b*tch, yeah

- freddie gibbs madlib lyrics

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