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Fake Names - A COLORS SHOW
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Freddie Gibbs
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Uh Yeah, yeah Uh, yeah-yeah, uh Mic check check check, yeah, uh Mic check check check, yeah Mic check check check, yeah, uh I need a check, check, check b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, uh sh*t's so real, gotta use fake names Every time I sleep, dead faces, they occupy my brain Erica said I never changed It's the lifestyles of the insane You was like a brother to me, no other to me Swear I would tradе my life for yours, I knew you was f**king with me Found somе n***as f**ked your wife and we put them b*t*hes to sleep Ain't gon' say your government, I'ma call him by Ricky G Now Ricky G, he had a cousin named Yella with bricks of yola Had a Mexican that came 'cross the border from Arizona They was getting sh*t for seventeen Tossin' sh*t to me for twenty-eight b*t*h go for thirty-one, I barely ate Seen them n***as frown when I started breaking that sh*t down Said I need more time with them chickens, I'm out here making rounds Jealous n***as want they twenty-eight up front now I bought all the damn clientele, we could have ran the town But f**k it, you cut the price, then I fly to Phoenix Said if you ain't copping like twenty, then, c*cksucker, beat it, yeah They put Yella Boy on the evening news Devil on my shoulder said, "f**k friends 'cause cash rules" sh*t's so real, gotta use fake names Every time I sleep, dead faces, they occupy my brain, uh Christina said I never changed It's the lifestyles of the insane I done walked through hell in these size 12's Speak it from my own mouth before I let the time tell Dream team legal, I never take an L Courtroom, funeral fresh, Givenchy my lapel Pouring up, foreigned up, three bricks, I'm a hundred up Jack a pu**y, blow his pack, that's how you f**k the summer up f**k it up, bottled up, your hoes f**k for followers Vanessas, Carries, tiger lilies, b*t*h, I'm super modeled up Well, pimp that My hoes twist it fat, she roll ten Backwoods out the zip, yeah Pasadena Rena, came to Vegas, it was lit, yeah Crystal Lynn came all the way to Denver for the d**k, yeah Had to cancel my Miami trip, that b*t*h was sick, yeah Put me on, always put me on Then labor sixteen hours, need to put me on Drop a zone, dope ain't locking up, this sh*t done took too long Shout out to BO and Charlie Mack, man, bring them n***as home Most my dawgs got life in jail from conversations on the phone I bought my first mansion, told my mama leave that dope alone Forget that, used to get ten bricks Dominicano off the lip, yeah Put that on my nephew Luciano, we the sh*t, yeah b*t*h, I put your pu**y in the mail, I need to see it, yeah Abby used to follow me on tour, that sh*t was lit, yeah Put me on, Freddie, put me on Put me on, Freddie, put me on Yeah, Eastside Kane Train, baby Yeah, ESGN for life, yeah-yeah Yeah, yeah-yeah, uh Put me on, Freddie, put me on, uh Freddie, put me, put me on, uh Put me on, Freddie, put me on, uh Put me on, Freddie, put me on, yeah They calling your b*t*h, yeah
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