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Letra : Fake b*tches
Ya damn right
Fake b*t*hes, fake love, better lay low
(Burps) fake b*t*hes make me gassy
Oh yeah
Yo yo yo
Fake b*t*hes, fake love, better lay low
Real rap, real chat when I say so
Get the bag get the paper get the pesos
When she walk by I be like "Hey hoe !"
Fake b*t*hes, fake love, better lay low
Real rap, real chat whеn I say so
Get the bag get thе paper get the pesos
She a rat set the trap with some queso
I could never twist with a f**k b*t*h
Eight pic posed up like a duck b*t*h
You a try hard doing too much b*t*h
Wish I had a d**k you could come suck b*t*h
Turning tricks for a couple bucks b*t*h
You a chicken head let me hear you cluck b*t*h
f**king with the water thats gon' have you stuck b*t*h
Coming for a real one try your luck b*t*h
I don't wanna have to take down these hoes
The grass is up high but the snakes on the low
Screaming she real she the fakest I know
Your ass don't giggle cause the cakes are borrowed
Ain't a b*t*h breathing who can do it like me
Stevie Wonder to a b*t*h acting like they can't see
If you wanna get respect, guess you got to be mean
All these b*t*hes are my daughters should've take a plan B, uh
Fake b*t*hes, fake love, better lay low
Real rap, real chat when I say so
Get the bag get the paper get the pesos
When she walk by I be like "Hey hoe !"
Fake b*t*hes, fake love, better lay low
Real rap, real chat when I say so
Get the bag get the paper get the pesos
She a rat set the trap with some queso
It's funny how they never mention me like they ain't heard of me
But ain't a single b*t*h that they could bring that tried to murder me
The way I'm killing sh*t go check my record sure got felonies
Not only is she rapping cold but shorty got the melodies
How can they make a list of chicks and not even include my name
When I'm one of the few who really write and who respect the game
And I'm the only one who go bananas when I'm off the brain
And all the rules of Hip Hop they used to [?] change
Sleeping on me, taking nap, nap, nap, naps
But I'm the most ill that's no cap, cap, cap, cap
I'm moving to the [?] you're mad, mad, mad, mad
And to all my real b*t*hes give a dab, dab, dab, dab
There's a few of us that still exist please don't get it twisted
We be in the mix, sweet like licorice, kill you with a kiss
All you hating b*t*hes still looking sorry
And all my real b*t*hes show love like Cardi
Fake b*t*hes, fake love, better lay low
Real rap, real chat when I say so
Get the bag get the paper get the pesos
When she walk by I be like "Hey hoe !"
Fake b*t*hes, fake love, better lay low
Real rap, real chat when I say so
Get the bag get the paper get the pesos
She a rat set the trap with some queso
Fake b*t*hes, fake love, better lay low
(Burps) fake b*t*hes make me gassy
Oh yeah
Yo yo yo
Fake b*t*hes, fake love, better lay low
Real rap, real chat when I say so
Get the bag get the paper get the pesos
When she walk by I be like "Hey hoe !"
Fake b*t*hes, fake love, better lay low
Real rap, real chat whеn I say so
Get the bag get thе paper get the pesos
She a rat set the trap with some queso
I could never twist with a f**k b*t*h
Eight pic posed up like a duck b*t*h
You a try hard doing too much b*t*h
Wish I had a d**k you could come suck b*t*h
Turning tricks for a couple bucks b*t*h
You a chicken head let me hear you cluck b*t*h
f**king with the water thats gon' have you stuck b*t*h
Coming for a real one try your luck b*t*h
I don't wanna have to take down these hoes
The grass is up high but the snakes on the low
Screaming she real she the fakest I know
Your ass don't giggle cause the cakes are borrowed
Ain't a b*t*h breathing who can do it like me
Stevie Wonder to a b*t*h acting like they can't see
If you wanna get respect, guess you got to be mean
All these b*t*hes are my daughters should've take a plan B, uh
Fake b*t*hes, fake love, better lay low
Real rap, real chat when I say so
Get the bag get the paper get the pesos
When she walk by I be like "Hey hoe !"
Fake b*t*hes, fake love, better lay low
Real rap, real chat when I say so
Get the bag get the paper get the pesos
She a rat set the trap with some queso
It's funny how they never mention me like they ain't heard of me
But ain't a single b*t*h that they could bring that tried to murder me
The way I'm killing sh*t go check my record sure got felonies
Not only is she rapping cold but shorty got the melodies
How can they make a list of chicks and not even include my name
When I'm one of the few who really write and who respect the game
And I'm the only one who go bananas when I'm off the brain
And all the rules of Hip Hop they used to [?] change
Sleeping on me, taking nap, nap, nap, naps
But I'm the most ill that's no cap, cap, cap, cap
I'm moving to the [?] you're mad, mad, mad, mad
And to all my real b*t*hes give a dab, dab, dab, dab
There's a few of us that still exist please don't get it twisted
We be in the mix, sweet like licorice, kill you with a kiss
All you hating b*t*hes still looking sorry
And all my real b*t*hes show love like Cardi
Fake b*t*hes, fake love, better lay low
Real rap, real chat when I say so
Get the bag get the paper get the pesos
When she walk by I be like "Hey hoe !"
Fake b*t*hes, fake love, better lay low
Real rap, real chat when I say so
Get the bag get the paper get the pesos
She a rat set the trap with some queso
