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Fake Bitches
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Billy Bonola
Billy Bonola
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Just when you think you have friends Their loyalty it always bends These fake bitches be laughing They over here homie snatching Let me tell you something shawty Heard that you're out there acting naughty Bitch don't get mad at me I ain't the one out catching bodies, you hoe Talk on my name you getting mad over a video game That is insane bitches be out here acting like lames Our state is the same talking your shit come say it to my face Get in your place I'm in the mood to be catching a case Thought I was slacking while you was the homie smashing Bitch know you capping cause I had your homie laughing I'm about that action but your lips they just stay smacking Heard you was nasty somebody get me a napkin I am the king your actions they just don't deserve royalty Single and free I do what I want and I do as I please You wanna be me there cannot be two and there cannot be three Clever and sweet don't get it twisted cause I bring the heat Y'all bitches be fake Hit my line I keep these hoes waiting Think your mine I'm not into dating I'm too busy baby making moves Bust it down if you're about my groove Rapping more so I can make this money Back it up girl or get up off me In my heart I ain't got no room I ain't about no feelings too Bitch I'm a savage fuck being average Going out turning up looking for a bad bitch Oh she a freak hoe I got amigos She talking with me though I don't fuck with the opps Let alone have trust in these thots She made it drop Backed it up so I hit it in crocs Shawty want the bag now Shawty want the swag now Ima start to lag yeah Oh is that my bad now Bitch you better bow now Ima get her mad She thought that she had me persuaded Bitch I know that it's you who hated I'm too lit for this I'm too faded I'm gone with the win you over rated Y'all bitches be fake Yeah I'm spilling the tea Y'all lame hoes it couldn't be me I'm out here as good as can be Sit down cause you ain't got room to speak Yeah I'm spilling the tea Y'all lame hoes it couldn't be me Y'all bitches be so god damn fake What do I do? Y'all bitches be in a mood I'm just telling you what it do You mad as fuck you couldn't tie me up Used to be cool but now your time is up Couldn't get with me so you hit your rebound Little do he know he dating a clown
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