CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Fake

Ouu Rockyy I Likee

You got to understand it’s certain b*t*hes out to get you
You riding hard and then they turn around, and f**king diss you
You had it real cause see your pop was never really into
Showing you love, so the pain is what you turning into
I always had this issue, where I would run and vent to
All these broads I’m calling homies, then they turn against you
You b*t*hes real, but then you faking what the f**k you into
Same b*t*hes on my line screaming Rock I miss you
Whole time your genuine was never official
I hope this sh*t offend
I shoulda’ never friend
I shoulda’ never gave you clothes I couldn’t fit up into
I shoulda’ never gave you tissues when that n***a dissed you
I shoulda’ left you b*t*hes broke, and watch the summer miss you
My player gave ya brother work, and watch him hustle nickles
You had a mom who smoked coke
So sh*t i understood you
But all these games you b*t*hes playing I ain’t playing with you

Word got back to me you doing bad (You doing bad huh)
And word got back to me you b*t*hes mad (You b*t*hes mad huh)
And word got back to be that’ that n***a you was dealing with
Just left you for another b*t*h sad (See)
But shawty that’s the price you gotta pay
When you hating everyday on another b*t*h bad (Stop hating)
And shawty that’s the price you gotta pay
When you hating erryday on another b*t*h bad
That sh*t not thurl sis
All that nut a** sh*t y'all getting into
I just wanna know what make you b*t*hes think thats thurl
To hate on another b*t*h
Like let that b*t*h do her, you do you
Like where the real b*t*hes at?
When the b*t*hes coming back in effect?
Cause y'all fake a** b*t*hes
Y'all really starting to get the f**k on my nerves now
On some real sh*t
Sh*t getting played out sis

I just wanna know like who the f**k just made it cool
To hate on other you was hanging wit in school
The sh*t I hear you saying is some sh*t that should never leave ya lips
And I’m really trying change, but ima run up in ya sh*t
You let these b*t*hes hype you up they got you caught up in the mix
They got you thinking you can stand it when know how Rocky get
I fed ya kids when they was hungry I’m the realist that I get
And ima f**k ya baby father yous a sucka a** b*t*h
You in ya mother back room and she just wishing that you leave
You keep banging on the door cause’ you ain’t never have the keys
And you really hate ya job cause’ they don’t pay you what you need
N***as f**king you for free, but you keep coming after me
I tried to put you b*t*hes on, but you was hating from the rip
On the beach out AC, but you ain’t never take a trip
You ain’t never have a bag, you ain’t never have sh*t
N***as never really loved you, you was sucking n***as d**k
Word got back to me you doing bad (You doing bad huh)
And word got back to me you b*t*hes mad (You b*t*hes mad huh)
And word got back to be that’ that n***a you was dealing with
Just left you for another b*t*h sad (See)
But shawty that’s the price you gotta pay
When you hating everyday on another b*t*h bad (Stop hating)
And shawty that’s the price you gotta pay
When you hating erryday on another b*t*h bad