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Paroles : Fake Love


They hate that I'm on, yeah
All the fake love coming, I hate it so I never pick up the phone, yeah
Ain't nobody come through so I got up and did this sh*t all on my own, yeah
Working hard I've been up for some bands
[?]I've been in my home, yeah
Give a f**k if you with me or not
Imma count up the guap [?], yeah
Big bag coming in, that's right
f**k you n***as I'on do playing nice
Make a move we [?] your life
In that jet how I play with the ice
Smoking strong [?]
Hit [?] jump on the flight
for the night

Young Zion the man for sure
Some sh*t that you already know
the po
Now I spend even more on my toes
I done ran some n***as [?]
[?]they out with some hoes
Better watch for that jealousy n***a
These n***as so weird for real
You ever been in a feel for real?
I can hop on the internet wit' it
You [?] in a trench for real
I can tell by the way that he talk
Yeah this n***a a b*t*h for real
You can tell by the way that I walk
That I'm [?] for real
And I'm still selling [?] the low
f**ked up and get f**ked [?] scrap
Then I'm [?]
the city
hit me too cold
Never go back to when we was broke
Stack a hundred and go get some more
They all doubted in me
It took some time now they the proudest of me
And I'm so thankful that these people found me
I'm on my grind I do it effortlessly
the best b*t*h you see