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fake.com (SUBSCRIBE NOW) was released on July 7, 2023 by G59 Records as a part of the album PLAYBOY
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AlbumPLAYBOY
Release DateJuly 7, 2023
LabelG59 Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chetta
Chetta
Performer
Joshua Marchetta
Joshua Marchetta
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Marchetta
Joshua Marchetta
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chetta
Chetta
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We're sorry
There's nothing to be afraid of
[Chorus]
Hey, hey, bitch, I'm off the pack, ain't running back, I'm moving solo
Half of you lil' hoes be getting fucked for free, promo
Ain't that shit the truth, I'm getting zooted in a four-door
Tell the judge I'm banging, holding court outside the front door
[Verse 2]
Shining like some fronts, though, Hi-Tech in my cup, ho
Ash you like some blunt smoke, get ya shit together
They don't fuck with me, whatever, that just certify I'm better
Half a Perc' and half a Tesla, give a fuck what they be talking 'bout
Really, I'm the hardest out, you bitches won't admit it
Fill a 30, I'ma flatline if he come around here trippin'
And ya shawty say she proud of me, she fucked up, catching feelings
I got millionaires surrounding me, I think I need percentage
I might piss out ya lil' rent, that's just a hint of how I'm living
Wish lil' boo was here to see me at they neck, I know he missing
In a mansion with a choppa, I just came from out the trenches
Tell they boys to keep my name up in they mouth until they spitting
[Chorus]
Hey, bitch, I'm off the pack, ain't running back, I'm moving solo
Half of you lil' hoes be getting fucked for free, promo
Ain't that shit the truth, I'm getting zooted in a four-door
Tell the judge I'm banging, holding court outside the front door
[Verse 3]
Grinding like some trucks, though, opps gon' fill my blunt, ho
Bust down like a AP, got my jewler like, "What up, though?"
I don't want ya fronts, no, give me mine on cut throat
Paid in full like boogie, tell them rookies I'ma plus-four
Heard they wanna take me out, I hate you bitches anyway
Real shit gonna ride and all you lames gon' start to fade away
I don't like surprises, come and pull up on me Ándale
I could fuck them same hoes in a penthouse or the Holiday
Trap move like a hurricane, hit my za, that's hangtime
Why the fuck they talk just like they gang and know they ain't slide?
Competition, up my price, I'm moving like a free ride
I don't need no features, for the numbers they gon' play mine
[Outro]
Aye, yeah, they gon' play mine, ho
Aye, yeah, they gon' play mine, ho
Written by: Joshua Marchetta
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