Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Imposter, artist - Rory Fresco. Date of issue: 11.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Imposter |
| 'Poster, I put your bitch on the roster |
| I took your bitch on a date to get lobster (Yeah) |
| And pasta, she called me daddy but I’m not her father |
| My bitch is Mexican, I’m drippin' salsa |
| Young flashy nigga, two hundred my barber |
| Fuck who you are, you know you litty |
| When you got these bitches wan' fuck in the car (In the car) |
| Race, young nigga goin' to the stars |
| Space, my life a movie like Scarface |
| Nigga, I come from a hard place |
| There, niggas kill you in broad day |
| This shit get real, it was hard |
| Stackin' my money to million ain’t far fetched |
| I need a mil' for my dog, Shay |
| My niggas real as they come, yeah |
| Your niggas ain’t even comin' |
| I got a bitch from the A, she say period |
| Thirty, not fake and ain’t got a titty job |
| Clean like a maid when I’m rockin' that figa' |
| Smokin' gelato so I’m gettin' really high |
| My life is made, nigga, I’m just not feelin' y’alls |
| I’m on my way to the top of the pyramid |
| I made that money quick throughout the area |
| Cool (Cool), put it in gear, zoom |
| I’m on my way to the room with you know who |
| Wanna get dirty? |
| My dick is a broom (Broom) |
| I play it cool, smooth, I’ma lil' smooth dude, ooh |
| I got the juice, I got the juice just like fruit |
| 'Bout how you do it and not what you do |
| These niggas fakin' (Fakin') |
| 'Poster, I put your bitch on the roster |
| I took your bitch on a date to get lobster (Yeah) |
| And pasta, she called me daddy but I’m not her father |
| My bitch is Mexican, I’m drippin' salsa |
| Young flashy nigga, two hundred my barber |
| Fuck who you are, you know you litty |
| When you got these bitches wan' fuck in the car (In the car) |
| Race, young nigga goin' to the stars |
| Space, my life a movie like Scarface |
| Nigga, I come from a hard place |
| There, niggas kill you in broad day |
| This shit get real, it was hard |
| Stackin' my money to million ain’t far fetched |
| I need a mil' for my dog, Shay |
| My niggas real as they come, yeah |