Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Super Fake, artist - Moneybagg Yo. Date of issue: 13.02.2018
Song language: English
Super Fake |
| Man, fuck you fake ass niggas and bitches |
| Tay Keith, Bagg |
| Niggas hatin', tell 'em quit it |
| But you gettin' money, I don’t get it |
| You want smoke or you just acting? |
| Are you serious, I’m just asking |
| If you real then why pretend? |
| Maybe you tryna get under my skin |
| Maybe you don’t want to see me win |
| But I won’t fold and I won’t bend |
| Give me your cup, fill it with ice |
| A deuce in the red, put it in the Sprite |
| Walked in the club, turned on the lights |
| But it was just dark, so that was my ice |
| Chanel on my ten toes (toes) |
| Pinky ring like I pimp hoes (who you with?) |
| That bitch with me a nympho (she a freak) |
| Poppin' percs like they Mentos (ugh ugh, woah) |
| Yeah, hop on the beat and ride it like a wave (tryna keep my balance) |
| Chains I’m a slave, Dolce Johnny Cage (I'm just kickin' shit) |
| She throwin' fits, I told that bitch behave (bitch behave ho) |
| I pop a bean and chop her like my fade (ugh ugh, oh) |
| Remember Mario from eleventh grade (remember me from Mitchell?) |
| Dropped out of school, now I’m stupid paid (I'm stupid paid, whoa) |
| I been that nigga, y’all just super lames (y'all knew that) |
| How you gon' bash me then try fuck me, bitch you super fakes (huh) |
| Came in the game with vengeance |
| Nigga left, I got right like Lorenzo (got right on) |
| Gucci my vision, my lenses |
| I ain’t fucked up 'bout the money, I spends it |
| I had a talk with the most high (G-O-D) |
| I walk around with the four five |
| I’m fresh to death like a dead guy (corpse) |
| They call me Capo the head guy (honcho, Bagg), yeah |
| I get emotional when I reflect on my past (when I think 'bout it) |
| I could be still there so I’m thankful for this bag (amen) |
| Chandeliers on both my ears, my earrings look like two lamps (bling) |
| This might not mean nothin' to you but I used to get food stamps |
| Hit her from the side, caught a cramp (ugh) |
| The pussy made me tap, it was damp (wet) |
| Yellow got me up like a ramp (up) |
| Pull up, made her serve, then I vamp (skrrt, what you rockin'?) |
| Yellow diamonds on me, look like macaroni (yellow, yellow) |
| Told her that I loved her, I’m too macaroni |
| Yeah, hop on the beat and ride it like a wave (tryna keep my balance) |
| Chains I’m a slave, Dolce Johnny Cage (I'm just kickin' shit) |
| She throwin' fits, I told that bitch behave (bitch behave ho) |
| I pop a bean and chop her like my fade (ugh ugh, oh) |
| Remember Mario from eleventh grade (remember me from Mitchell?) |
| Dropped out of school, now I’m stupid paid (I'm stupid paid, whoa) |
| I been that nigga, y’all just super lames (y'all knew that) |
| How you gon' bash me then try fuck me, bitch you super fakes (huh) |
| I’m so fuckin' thankful for the bag and shit |
| Pacific ocean bag, I got a water wrist |
| Haters make me made, that’s why my diamonds piss |
| Amen |