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OBLIVION - Fakes (ft. Rey-Infinite & Yung Crusha)
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Justin Reyes
Justin Reyes
Songwriter
Nicholas Duco
Nicholas Duco
Songwriter
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Justin Reyes
Justin Reyes
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matthias embry
matthias embry
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Wack niggas don't get involved ain't no rap money you gon' get at all Cap niggas you ain't really 'bout what you claim you 'bout inside of all your songs Test homies you'll need medical, I am not the type to fucking mess around After pussies like i'm desperate, here for blood of y'all like a tampon Like aye, aye, aye I can tell You ain't for real about what you say-aye-aye Why are you tryna fit in, we know you a bitch, you snake Cut em' off, clique down to ride, ain't fucking with fakes Fuck a fake, fuck a fake, aye Look Plastic wrapping, you a fucking toy If you spoke the truth you wouldn't make a noise Fabricating hate within a story But you could never hope to play the boy Rat tone, lower yo pitch, watch yo ego Backbone, you a whole bitch, all we need know Cracked bones, leave your whole clique on the cement Bad hoe blowing my dick like some weed smoke Down, not the sorta kinda The "maybe i'm down to ride" If I fuck with you I would die for you, put that on everything Never gon' hang beside any fuck nigga, fake or liar You ain't tough you just acting hard but you ain't doing anything Claim that you got a gat, when we buck you ain't bucking back Got my dawgs you a pussy cat, you ain't bout' it you ran away Homies don't pull a camera, i'll break that shit on your spinal You with us or you without us, you sweet like some candy cane Wack niggas don't get involved ain't no rap money you gon' get at all Cap niggas you ain't really 'bout what you claim you 'bout inside of all your songs Test homies you'll need medical, I am not the type to fucking mess around After pussies like i'm desperate, here for blood of y'all like a tampon Like aye, aye, aye I can tell You ain't for real about what you say-aye-aye Why are you tryna fit in, we know you a bitch, you snake Cut em' off, clique down to ride, ain't fucking with fakes Fuck a fake, fuck a fake, aye Make weight Fake left right hook, uh Sensei, pave a way What I meant to say is I been livin' late I reciprocate visionary fate, uh My liver fucked up My business up, up The fakes I cut, cut em' off though And yo bitch gone suck, suck on my soul And I keep that tucked, tucked enlight those Me and Rey kill tracks sum' light hoe And i've been spinnin' and spinnin' off of them psychs woah Might be psycho Put you in a psych ward, cause' I syke those And it's always on site on though No saving geico, no defense iso They go where I go when i'm grippin' the mic though I be feelin' like mike though wait, uh I say pipe up They say stay down This the fight club I'm feeling made now Hit me on paypal Uppin' my rates now I'm all state now Tell the bitch bring her cake out I'm all state now Tell the bitch bring her cake out I say pipe up They say stay down This the fight club I'm feeling made now Hit me on paypal Uppin' my rates now I'm all state now Im all state now, what Im all state now, what, yeah Tell the bitch bring her cake out, what (Tell the bitch bring her cake out) Yeah, me and Rey kill tracks sum' light hoe (Sum' light hoe) And I keep that thing tucked, yeah I enlight those (Yeah, I enlight those)
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