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FAKE
17,635
Hip-Hop/Rap
FAKE was released on June 9, 2017 by QUESTION EVERYTHING, INC. / EMPIRE as a part of the album SATURATION
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Release DateJune 9, 2017
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM125

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ameer Vann
Ameer Vann
Vocals
Dom McLennon
Dom McLennon
Vocals
Joba
Joba
Additional Vocals
Kevin Abstract
Kevin Abstract
Vocals
Kiko Merley
Kiko Merley
Vocals
Merlyn Wood
Merlyn Wood
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ameer Vann
Ameer Vann
Songwriter
Clifford Fernando Simpson
Clifford Fernando Simpson
Songwriter
Dominique Michael Simpson
Dominique Michael Simpson
Songwriter
Jabari Manwarring
Jabari Manwarring
Songwriter
Kiko Merley
Kiko Merley
Songwriter
Russell Boring
Russell Boring
Songwriter
William Mawuli Anku-Kra Wood
William Mawuli Anku-Kra Wood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Q3
Q3
Producer
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Recording Engineer
Russell Boring
Russell Boring
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yippy-yay, yippy-yay, hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy-yay, yippy-yay, I'll be right back with the dope
Yippy-yay, yippy-yay, I know you **** need some more
Take that shit from me some more, I just need to be alone
Yippy-yay, yippy-yay, hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy-yay, yippy-yay, I'll be right back with the dope
Yippy-yay, yippy-yay, I know you **** need some more
Take that shit from me some more, I just need to be alone
[Verse 1]
****, talk shit, I'll single you out
If you've got a problem, we can figure it out
I'm from H-Town, but the gold in my mouth
Southside **** put a hole in your house
A hole in your spouse
Better think twice 'fore you open your mouth
It's getting real close to the first of the month
**** hit licks for the gas and the blunt
Send 'em to the doc, gotta open them up
**** load guns in the back of the truck
**** hate money till they laced with gold
Gotta get a gun for your hateful foes
Flex too hard and your casket close
You don't want your momma come and get you from the morgue
Tall white T, blood on the floor
Oh, don't say that
[Chorus]
Yippy-yay, yippy-yay, hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy-yay, yippy-yay, I'll be right back with the dope
Yippy-yay, yippy-yay, I know you **** need some more
Take that shit from me some more, I just need to be alone
Yippy-yay, yippy-yay, hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy-yay, yippy-yay, I'll be right back with the dope
Yippy-yay, yippy-yay, I know you **** need some more
Take that shit from me some more, I just need to be alone
[Verse 2]
Oh-oh-oh, I feel like Master P
I ain't no slave, ain't lettin no one try to master me
I'm getting tested, tested, but nobody passing me
Ain't sugar coating shit, don't need them extra calories
It's a machine, that's why we work inside the factory
Put 'em up for me, display it like it's a gallery
Don't need your salary, gold on me like it's alchemy
Giving **** the battery when they witness the mastery
Oh, don't say that, don't talk to me
We don't play that, they got chalk for me, I make outlines, like it's pottery
I got a squad full of fucking oddities, I got squash, apricots and broccoli
We turn weird shit to a commodity, I'm on a odyssey for real quality, it's like, oh
[Chorus]
Yippy-yay, yippy-yay, hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy-yay, yippy-yay, I'll be right back with the dope
Yippy-yay, yippy-yay, I know you **** need some more
Take that shit from me some more, I just need to be alone
Yippy-yay, yippy-yay, hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy-yay, yippy-yay, I'll be right back with the dope
Yippy-yay, yippy-yay, I know you **** need some more
Take that shit from me some more, I just need to be alone
[Verse 3]
I look like a Somali pirate (Don't say that!)
Failed middle school and college (Don't say that!)
Daddy say I'm an asshole (Don't say that!)
Dick complexion of a Backwoods (Ew, don't say that)
She text me, dry as the Sahara (Aw-wah!)
After she get in that casa Merlyn (Straight up!)
I was in that mouth like flouride
That pussy tight as a hair tie
Scrunchie, I'm so horny, baby, bitch, your house, pussy, baby
When I get the munchies I steal, I don't share roaches, baby
Bum with the good haircut
Bum with a good haircut, mattress and magic dick
[Chorus]
Yippy-yay, yippy-yay, hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy-yay, yippy-yay, I'll be right back with the dope
Yippy-yay, yippy-yay, I know you **** need some more
Take that shit from me some more, I just need to be alone
Yippy-yay, yippy-yay, hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy-yay, yippy-yay, I'll be right back with the dope
Yippy-yay, yippy-yay, I know you **** need some more
Take that shit from me some more, I just need to be alone
Written by: Ameer Vann, Clifford Simpson, Dominique Simpson, Isaiah Merriweather, Jabari Manwarring, R.E. Boring, W.A.K.M.A. Wood
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