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fake (remix) - j0e lyrics

i’ma show you how to do it when i f*ck your hoe
k!llin shows, pullin flows, never taking blows
f*ckin b*tches, givin stitches, f*ckin up the po
police on my ass, i’m away for sure

all these b*tches in my house im gon get f*cked for sure
all these kids be lurkin, they ain’t get b*tches no more
better know that b*tches never gon f*ck with them, no
but they be kissin they ass tryna get something or more

its amazing how all you think you made me
you saw that i better so you take the credit lately
you took me to your place and you made my vision hazey
you stole all of my music and you making me go crazy

i thought that all you praised me but then you turned out fake
yeah he wanted to go smoke but i told him to go wait
said that something needed done cause of all the f*cking weight
b*tches boutta get knocked off someone find em get the bait, yeah

everybody is so f*cking fake
they don’t give a sh*t about no f*cking hate
all they do is drink and smoke, getting f*cking baked
and then they talk all the sh*t and give no body a break
they don’t really know what the f*ck comes out of their mouth
snitching and lies, no body wanted that out
they better watch their ass before they get knocked off
you know your mother f*cking ass boutta get blown off

i’ma show you how to do it when i f*ck your hoe
k!llin shows, pullin flows, never taking blows
f*ckin b*tches, givin stitches, f*ckin up the po
police on my ass, i’m away for sure

ima go insane, yeah
she no plain jane
yeah i get them racks and buy myself a foreign plane
i got good strain
smokin good kush
i got diamonds on my chain, b*tches, and mary jane

i dont do cocaine
i just maintain
drinkin henny, gettin faded
smokin sugar cane
she gon gimme brain
like a hurricane
droppin hunnids, cocaine
look my patek came
thats my patek (yeah, yeah)
thats so tragic (yeah, yeah)
ion sit in traffic (yeah, yeah)
f*ck fanatics (yeah, yeah)
thats dramatic (yeah, yeah)
on my b*tch, i’m estatic (yeah, yeah)
ion do xanax (yeah, yeah)
on this kush, im erratic (yeah)

i don’t give a sh*t (yuh)
yeah these bars i spit (yuh)
better not hit a l!ck
or ima pull up and hit
don’t make me shotta (yeah, yeah)
you ain’t got options (yeah, yeah
yeah i just caught em (yeah, yeah)
f*ck the cops

i’ma show you how to do it when i f*ck your hoe
k!llin shows, pullin flows, never taking blows
f*ckin b*tches, givin stitches, f*ckin up the po
police on my ass, i’m away for sure

never messin with the fam unless you bussin ass
always hittin l!cks like wiz up on this f*cking gas
all my homies never see me i’m to f*cking fast
don’t be messin with my squad because your f*cking trash
(don’t be messin with my squad because your f*cking trash)
(ooh, ooh)
(don’t be messin with my squad because your f*cking trash)

- j0e lyrics

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