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fake - redda lyrics

[chorus]
yeah, i’m on the pill and it got me too up
she got some racks, yeah, the shawty too up
yeah, that b*tch mad as f*ck ’cause that drank in my cup
she be thinking i’m finna boom all the funds
i’ll kaboom the sh*t on you, i’m in love
goin’ fast in a muhf*ckin’ sp*ceship, b*tch
know that ass got fat, know you changed, lil’ b*tch
know i’m ridin’ round’ town with that drac’, lil’ b*tch
he got ricky, i know that sh*t fake, lil’ b*tch
we got guns, don’t get hit in the face, lil’ b*tch
talkin’ sh*t, you get put in your place like this
he get hit in his face like this
and i’m goin’ to sp*ce on the drink

[verse]
ye*yeah
i’m in cali’ with a bad b*tch, yeah
she a super baddie, love to kiss her
and she from the east, talm ’bout fisher
i should f*ck the b*tch, i know you miss her
i just f*cked the b*tch and then you kissed her
want a pic’, but i don’t know you, mister
that’s your b*tch? she eatin’ me like dessert
i recruit the b*tch, i had to list her
and my pockets swollen like a blister (uh, uh)
you don’t even know me, bae
yeah, she talm ’bout “hold me, bae”
treat you like a trophy, bae
i think we could do this sh*t, baby girl
gotta keep it lowkey, okay?
she think i’ma give the whole f*cking world
you soundin’ like a junkie, okay
video game in my head, yeah
i’m on a perc, i can’t feel no pain, yea h
i be high as sh*t, a f*cking crane, yeah
perc to the head’ll f*ck your cranium
shout out saintracks, like, free ukraine, yeah
yeah, my boy just fled, i don’t blame ’em
goin’ up, on a nos
too stuck, i’m too gone
get your stuff ’cause you gone
and, lil’ b*tch, i get guap, get it gone
we got rocks, yeah, we got stones
get the glock, get ’em gone
on the block, yeah*yeah, wit’ them goons
tryna’ plot, you gon’ lose
that b*tch hot, but she rude
now she not, got her nude
uh, uh
at the club, yeah, the b*tch want a pic’, yeah
steady asking, “what’s that on the fit?,” yeah
you don’t wanna know, it cost a brick, yeah (yeah)
on the f*ckin juice, um
yeah, she hot like tucson
i need two like coupon
need a group of ’em
[chorus]
yeah, i’m on the pill and it got me too up
she got some racks, yeah, the shawty too up
yeah, that b*tch mad as f*ck ’cause that drank in my cup
she be thinking i’m finna boom all the funds
i’ll kaboom the sh*t on you, i’m in love
goin’ fast in a muhf*ckin’ sp*ceship, b*tch
know that ass got fat, know you changed, lil’ b*tch
know i’m ridin’ round’ town with that drac’, lil’ b*tch
he got ricky, i know that sh*t fake, lil’ b*tch
we got guns, don’t get hit in the face, lil’ b*tch
talkin’ sh*t, you get put in your place like this
he get hit in his face like this
and i’m goin’ to sp*ce on the drink

- redda lyrics

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