Paroles de la chanson Fake par Oz Sparx

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Paroles de la chanson Fake par Oz Sparx

Oh, oh-oh
Young nigga runnin' the world
Tell me, why in the fuck would we care 'bout the city?
Why would we care 'bout the city?
Woah, why in the fuck would we care 'bout the city?
Niggas get busy, stay with the Glizzy
Woah-woah, woah-woah
Woah, woah, (Jahdiddat) woah-woah

When you touch a lil' money, real niggas turn fake
You was never gon' ride, I can see it in your face
You was never gon' slide on a nigga broad day

I can see it in your eyes, you ain't pickin' up a K
Young nigga stay fly like I'm goin' out of state
Baby girl don't cry, everything is okay
Let a fuck nigga try, I'ma put him in the grave
From the 215, but I moved to the A

On the gang-gang-gang, my niggas won't fold
And the gang won't change, won't switch, oh no
This a new plain Jane, runnin' through the bankroll
Nigga, stay in your lane, stop trippin', lil' bro
Nigga, I put on Givenchy when it get a little cold, and
My lil' nigga crazy, he just wanna kill some more, and
I know why they hate me, 'cause I'm gettin' to the dough, and

Shawty want my baby, she can't get it, she a ho

I been smokin' on Gelato, got me flyin' outer space
Okay, this a couple grams and I'ma smoke it to the face
Lately I've been goin' brazy, takin' buses out of state
I'ma meet up with the plug and I'ma bring in back the weight
And I ain't goin' after school if I ain't got my .38
Niggas watchin', then they plottin', see 'em do it every day
See a nigga pocket watchin', I'ma get him out the way
And I keep it on me, nigga, no we don't play
Just seen a couple thousand on the backend

Took a trip to Calabasas, I'm relaxin'
I ain't really fuckin' with these niggas, they be cappin' (Woo)
I'll turn a nigga straight into a caption
I ain't really fuckin' with these niggas, I be stackin'
All blue Benjamins in my jacket
Keep a .30, bitch, you know we never lackin'
Shawty keep a macaroni, that's a MAC-10

When you touch a lil' money, real niggas turn fake
You was never gon' ride, I can see it in your face
You was never gon' slide on a nigga broad day
I can see it in your eyes, you ain't pickin' up a K
Young nigga stay fly like I'm goin' out of state

Baby girl don't cry, everything is okay
Let a fuck nigga try, I'ma put him in the grave
From the 215, but I moved to the A

I be feelin' like my niggas be my enemies
To be honest, I ain't fuckin' with your energy
I be mixin' up the Perkys with the Hennessy
Fuck a Xanny, they be fuckin' up my memory
I been sippin' codeine, that's a remedy
All these drugs, I don't know what done got into me
I was skippin' school, still doin' chemistry
You ain't gang, you ain't never been a friend to me
It's a young nigga world, fuck a city
Big choppa and the drum hold fifty
Big choppa got double-d titties
Nigga, run up on me, catch a wiggy

Drinkin' lean and I've been fuckin' up my kidney
All exotic, I've been smokin' on that sticky
Ridin' 'round Philly with a Glizzy
My niggas don't play, we get busy

When you touch a lil' money, real niggas turn fake
You was never gon' ride, I can see it in your face
You was never gon' slide on a nigga broad day
I can see it in your eyes, you ain't pickin' up a K
Young nigga stay fly like I'm goin' out of state
Baby girl don't cry, everything is okay
Let a fuck nigga try, I'ma put him in the grave
From the 215, but I moved to the A

On the gang-gang-gang, my niggas won't fold

And the gang won't change, won't switch, oh no
This a new plain Jane, runnin' through the bankroll
Nigga, stay in your lane, stop trippin', lil' bro
Nigga, I put on Givenchy when it get a little cold, and
My lil' nigga crazy, he just wanna kill some more, and
I know why they hate me, 'cause I'm gettin' to the dough, and
Shawty want my baby, she can't get it, she a ho

Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh

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