Lyrics Fake Chain - Sad Frosty

Fake Chain

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My chain is fake as shit
I went to the palace and dropped the grip
Lil' bitch, she sucked my dick
I’m posted on Melrose while eating chips
Bitch and she want me to cuff
I do not love her, I just wanna fuck
Rarri got trunk in the front
I get the cash while taking a dump, yeah
Lil thot, she do what I say now
She send me the money I get it through PayPal
Hundred racks stuck in the safe now
I told them broke boys to get out my face now
they fly on the low
Leanin' on NyQuil just like I’m Fat Joe
I need 'em bands for a show
Nut on 'yo auntie, I made it snow!
I get the cash on the regular
Fuck on that bitch, she hit on my cellular
Choke slam your hoe like a wrestler
Not on the gas, I feel like a Tesla
Oprahs they salty as fuck
I live in L. A in The Hills counting bucks
I should be runnin' them bands
They signing a deal need a milli' advance