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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yusuf Hakan Kiran
Songwriter
Steve Giron
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
venny
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (Let's go, let's go)
Do-doo!
Separate fake from the real
How can I trust a hoe who treats me like I'm a part of a deal?
Bought her Off-White
Now she tryna eat me off like I paid for the meal
Too damn hot, no jacket can make me feel this way, so chill
Why's your texts so sincere? I know you wanna play
Bitch, come here
I fuck up the cities, they keep saying, "hako the next, he the up"
I spent a minimum all on the firе, usually that means I'm totin' in up
She call me phonе, like
"Little bitch, I am not listening, I shouldn't even pick up"
I put my phone on silent
Now she keep on trippin', she must think I'm callin' my hoes
Yeah, I moved round the city, I'm ho— (Shh), keep your voice down
Used to move round them bushes and smoke, now I don't even talk loud
These hoes be ruthless, off of the hook
Fishin' me pound for pound (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' me song for song, maybe twice of three per track
These haters got me, I'm shot
But they don't know i'm bleeding out cash
I spent my first check on the Track', the hawk
The beamer, even my licence don't pass (For shit, well)
This chopper ran down the blitz
My bros love me for cash
Girl remind me of your name, sometimes I get mixed up
Oh, shit, up
I know you're tryna play tough and shit
I can get hoes but I just want your skin (Separate fake from the)
My bad that's my worthless side
(I just gotta)
Separate fake from the real
How can I trust a hoe who treats me like I'm a part of a deal?
Bought her Off-White
Now she tryna eat me off like I paid for the meal
Too damn hot, no jacket can make me feel this way, so chill
Why's your texts so sincere? I know you wanna play
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