Paroles de la chanson Fake Love par Tay Money
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Paroles de la chanson Fake Love par Tay Money
Tay motherfuckin' Money
I ain't trippin' on no weak bitch when all she do is sneak diss
He can't talk right now, his mouth full, he eatin'
Walk on the stage and “Tay Money!” they screamin'
We poppin' pussy and bottles this weekend
She gon' do what? To who? Where? I ain't scared
‘Cause I seen her at the club and all she did was stare
Yeah, I got pink hair so she got pink hair
Swear that they don't like me, it's Tay Money's everywhere
I'm in and out, leavin', he thought he could keep it
I ain't trippin' on no weak bitch when all she do is sneak diss
He can't talk right now, his mouth full, he eatin'
Walk on the stage and “Tay Money!” they screamin'
We poppin' pussy and bottles this weekend
She gon' do what? To who? Where? I ain't scared
‘Cause I seen her at the club and all she did was stare
Yeah, I got pink hair so she got pink hair
Swear that they don't like me, it's Tay Money's everywhere
I'm in and out, leavin', he thought he could keep it
Let him chew it like he teethin', you better believe it
I'm the coldest white bitch out here and I mean it
You think that you fuckin' with me?
Wake up ‘cause you dreamin'
How do you feel?
??? scum
I'ma need 10k to walk in your club
I can tell by their eyes that they throwin' slugs
They smile in my face and ask for a hug
Bitch, you full of that shit, fake love
Bitch, you full of that shit, fake love
Bitch, you full of that shit, fake love
Bitch, you full of that shit, fake love
Ay, pass the ???, we gon' light up, turn my fuckin' mic up
I'm the coldest white bitch out here and I mean it
You think that you fuckin' with me?
Wake up ‘cause you dreamin'
How do you feel?
??? scum
I'ma need 10k to walk in your club
I can tell by their eyes that they throwin' slugs
They smile in my face and ask for a hug
Bitch, you full of that shit, fake love
Bitch, you full of that shit, fake love
Bitch, you full of that shit, fake love
Bitch, you full of that shit, fake love
Ay, pass the ???, we gon' light up, turn my fuckin' mic up
Yeah, I got security but I'm still gon' fight her
He gon' give me head like a hairdryer
After I've cooked for him in my air fryer
“Damn, Tay, who is this?” This that new shit
I was in Chicago, he was on bullshit
How you fumble Tay Money, man, I swear you stupid
Nah, you know what I'm on, new money, new dick
He keep texting me, “Where you at?” Boy, I'm hoopin'
I ain't even tryna do all that, you can't move in
“Tay, where you at? Damn, Tay, I'm cruisin”
Had to boss up, cuttin' off all loose ends
How do you feel?
??? scum
I'ma need 10k to walk in your club
I can tell by their eyes that they throwin' slugs
They smile in my face and ask for a hug
He gon' give me head like a hairdryer
After I've cooked for him in my air fryer
“Damn, Tay, who is this?” This that new shit
I was in Chicago, he was on bullshit
How you fumble Tay Money, man, I swear you stupid
Nah, you know what I'm on, new money, new dick
He keep texting me, “Where you at?” Boy, I'm hoopin'
I ain't even tryna do all that, you can't move in
“Tay, where you at? Damn, Tay, I'm cruisin”
Had to boss up, cuttin' off all loose ends
How do you feel?
??? scum
I'ma need 10k to walk in your club
I can tell by their eyes that they throwin' slugs
They smile in my face and ask for a hug
Bitch, you full of that shit, fake love
Bitch, you full of that shit, fake love
Bitch, you full of that shit, fake love
Bitch, you full of that shit, fake love
Bitch, you full of that shit, fake love
Bitch, you full of that shit, fake love
Bitch, you full of that shit, fake love
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