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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Isaiah Rashad
Isaiah Rashad
Vocals
Lance Skiiiwalker
Lance Skiiiwalker
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carter Lang
Carter Lang
Songwriter
Isaiah Rashad McClain
Isaiah Rashad McClain
Songwriter
Tyran Donaldson
Tyran Donaldson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carter Lang
Carter Lang
Producer
The Antydote
The Antydote
Producer

Lyrics

Fake, fake, fake, feel me (Hey) Fake, fake (Hey) Fake, fake, fake, fake (Hey, hey) My shit go good with your mouth, don't it feel good? It's a number 3, buckle up Got to the scene it was bonafide pocket book And cause you hide all my secrets from that bitch They keep callin' your phone, I know he hate it But the comet go Keep us in tune and my hooker got another show I'm on the road just to see if I can make it back With just a scar and a carcass and a flaw Like God and his kids I know you hate us but it's nothin' else They told me that I had to see it for my fuckin' self And if I make to the gates and he don't recognize That I had all the traits of greatness and the starlight at my feet So don't you take me to the preacher Cause I might testify ay Baby today I might testify someday Get it on my way And I'm just a boy Alright pimps, hoes, fingertips, masturbate Alright pimps, hoes, fingertips, masturbate Alright pimps, hoes, fingertips, masturbate Alright pimps, hoes, haha, yeah And I ain't done with your mouth Say that as good as a number 3 Want some more, you got away with the tongue in cheek Never seen, I know the code to your body And the road to the vision is all communication And we bust a nut I left a stain in your inner part You let it go I know the words to your favorite We know everything But I don't have time for you baby I am all for the profit, I am past my self-destruction But you bring it back I got a line for you waitin' in my Cadillac Cause you describe all the symptoms of a common fiend You said you read to the fire It was good with the preacher and all the congregation Would you testify? I guess he at it again like I guess he at it again like I guess he at it again like Let me put your knees to your chest and get ready Let me put your knees to your chest and get ready Alright pimps, hoes, fingertips, masturbate Alright pimps, hoes, fingertips, masturbate Alright pimps, hoes, fingertips, masturbate Alright pimps, hoes, pimps, pimps, ah Huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh Everybody's invited Everybody
Writer(s): Tyran Levon Donaldson, Carter Lang, Isaiah Rashad Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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