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fake - loriee lyrics

[verse 1: loriee]
i knew you were fake from the jump a*a*au
i met my idols man i couldn’t f*ck this up (quack quack)
i told him stop his shawty she couldn’t get enough
i knew you would do me wrong and these n**** just my sons
they wanna be me
i told them lies yeah i try to be deceiving
and if he talking all that sh*t he won’t be breathing
you making music no success so what’s the meaning
we gon’ leave him bleeding
let’s go go go go
i heard your song you shouldn’t post post post post
i’m with my gang we do the most most most most
i run it up i’m stacking shows shows shows shows
(and that’s just how we coming)

[verse 2: crusey]
turn the page b*tch, i f*cking flip the script*ipt
got a tac b*tch i keep that sh*t equipped*uipped
talkin*talkin sh*t but we don’t know who you is*is
log him out now he mad he wanna quit*quit
i i*i can’t*can’t let him away*way
t*tie him up now he digging his own gr*a*ave
i i*i can’t*can’t let him away
feel like prkr “feel like crusafix i pull up with a blade”
(dude)
[verse 3: 1crusafix]
i’ve been at the top yea
why you on my c*ck bruh?
can u get a job?
no you’re broke, and i’m u*u*u*up
a*ah*uhuhuh
now your life is over
smoking sticky icky pack, such a f*ckin’ stoner
yea i hold dat rifle
knock him out no nyquil
bodies stackin’ in the room stacking like the eiffel
shut up shut up, wait that’s the wrong song
talkin sh*t on me, ah*ahah*uh, smash him in the wall

[verse 4: dime!]
i swear to god i’m givin’ up
talkin’ down on gang
p*ssy i don’t give a f*ck
spraying all these bullets hit your face, you better duck
n**** when i run up on your gang (u out of luck)
b*tch i’m making profit
yeah you better stop it
b*tch i’m making profit
yeah you better stop
b*tch i’m*b*tch i’m making pro*o*
yeah you better sto*op it
b*tch i’m making pro*o*
yeah you better stop*
[verse 5: stazlol]
i knew you were fake from the jump a*a*au
i met my idols man i couldn’t f*ck this up (quack quack)
i told him stop his shawty she couldn’t get enough
i knew you would do me wrong and these n**** just my sons
they wanna be me
i told them lies yeah i try to be deceiving
and if he talking all that sh*t he won’t be breathing
you making music no success so what’s the meaning
we gon’ leave him bleeding
let’s go go go go
i heard your song you shouldn’t post post post post
i’m with my gang we do the most most most most
i run it up i’m stacking shows shows shows shows
(and that’s just how we coming)

- loriee lyrics

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