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fake love (yes men) - statik selektah lyrics

[prodduced by: statik selektah]

[intro: good brotha]
fakin hate yes men
yes, yo, yeah
i hate fake love
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: reks]
yes, i confess, i seen a lot of love
but i seen a lot of fake i, seen a lot of frauds
seen a lot of “i want” plus a lot of “can i have?”
can you please tell me why these rappers is g-ssed?
your whole team and you front like you got his back
but frontin is a hab’, i mean stuntin (is a habit)
you would say he nice when he really ain’t have it
he was just alright but you would say he smashed it
you would do his ad libs
all in the picture, get ya palms in the mixture, callin all his sh-t cl-ssic
you a broad, you a b-st-rd
you a f-ggot for lettin him pursue a career of rap sh-t
i hate the average, mysp-ce friend request
because the average mysp-ce friend request
is -ss rappers or producers who -ss backwards
think i’m a pay for whackness? (please)

[hook: good brotha] (x2) (kali)
i hate fake love
comin from yes men, some of your best friends are guilty of
givin you pats upon your back, callin love when there’s really hate
f-ck yes men!
(i got the henny in me
i got my n-ggas around me
yeah, showoff, showoff, ha
yo, uh)

[verse 2: kali]
it be the n-gga in the background, cheerin you on (yeah)
high fives and pats on the back after every song (haha)
but after the henny’s gone, it won’t take long (nah)
cause friends turn to enemies, so friendship’s gone
f-ckin yes men, they’ll tell ya whatever you wanna hear (yo)
just to stay close until the money’s gone, then they disappear (gone)
show up a different year, rockin some different gear (what up?)
talkin the same sh-t (haha) but sh-t is different here (haha)
so i don’t need ’em, i leave ’em, i’m not concerned with ’em (nah)
never keep ’em close if there’s no money to be earned with ’em (what’s the point?)
-ss kissers, kind of like a bad blister (uh huh)
f-ckin up the way i walk, so i just straight dismiss ’em (peace)
no patience, for n-ggas that be hatin
and b-tches that be frontin like they virgins and they waitin (come on)
life’s too short, so choose your circle wisely (cause)
cause (it’s your thing), word to ron isley (yeah, word)

[hook:] (termanology)
(termanology
showoff, showoff
uh, uh)

[verse 3: termanology]
i had a homie named la di da, he like to party hard
mardi gras all the time, mamis all by the bar
he had about fifty cats around ’em
talkin about he the next em, jigga and rakim
but when they came to rock him, push his sh-t in
where was all his mens? (i don’t know), swallowin his hen’
what about the benz and the gems on his neck
and the ends that he spent on his so called friends?
all of your mens said you the next kanye
except you was pullin up in a hyundai
it’s okay, you gonna make it dude someday
and when you do, i’ll be +happy+ like ashanti
what would your moms say? your friends get you in trouble
so get away from them on the double
wanna put ’em to the test?
make the worst sh-t in your life and show it to ’em and see if they say “yes”

[hook:]

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