Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fake I.D., artist - Speed Gang. Date of issue: 06.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fake I.D. |
| (Oh yeah bitches in tha back. |
| I signed my name to tha one in all black. |
| Oh yeah I’m balling out yeah |
| 666 Gun Rue on dat |
| Oh yeah bitches in tha back. |
| I signed my name to tha one in all black. |
| Oh yeah I’m balling out yeah |
| 616 mfkr on dat) |
| Sometimes life ain’t fair trust no one |
| Everyone’s deals with their own fucking problems. |
| Got my best friend texting my girl undercover |
| The only real person in my life is my father. |
| I gotta do it. |
| I gotta do me. |
| Cutting off these bitches like a fake I.D. |
| Yeah yeah |
| I gotta do it. |
| I gotta do me. |
| Cutting off these bitches like a fake I.D. |
| Ain’t no one real nowadays |
| Genuine people dying off like me. |
| Passing all these fake people in the hallway |
| No I don’t wanna talk just let me be |
| Yea id rather kill myself then fuckin act fake |
| Yea she got a fat ass cuz she drinking milk shakes |
| She a fake lil bitch you can see it on her face |
| But she got a big booty with a thin lil waist |
| Yea they picked on Tony. |
| Cuz Tony was dumb. |
| Tony was depressed |
| And Tony liked Guns |
| One afternoon he brought his gun to lunch |
| An started capin off mfkrs one bye one |
| Yea they picked on Tony. |
| Cuz Tony was dumb. |
| Tony was depressed |
| And Tony liked Guns |
| One afternoon he brought his gun to lunch |
| An started capin off mfkrs one bye one |
| Sometimes life ain’t fair trust no one |
| Everyone’s deals with their own fucking problems. |
| Got my best friend texting my girl undercover |
| The only real person in my life is my father. |
| I gotta do it. |
| I gotta do me. |
| Cutting off these bitches like a fake I.D. |
| Yeah yeah |
| I gotta do it. |
| I gotta do me. |
| Cutting off these bitches like a fake I.D. |
| Got my top down seat back |
| Rolling in my Cadillac |
| I don’t not trust these bitches |
| Cuz these bitches do not how to act |
| Got my top down seat back |
| Rolling in my Cadillac |
| I don’t not trust these bitches |
| Cuz these bitches do not how to act |
| Got the candy paint all black. |
| Fuck boys fall back. |
| Why u even try bro? |
| That mixtape was real wack. |
| Camel toe straw back |
| Pussy felt real wack. |
| Yea could probably fist her |
| And she probably wouldn’t feel that. |
| Yea shawty sounds cute. |
| But shawty is a savage |
| Gold diggin bitch yea |
| Her heart is made of cabbage |
| Yea shawty seems cute. |
| But shawty is a savage. |
| Gold diggin bitch yea |
| Her heart is made of cabbage |
| Yea anxiety attack coming my way! |
| When I’m out in public |
| They all look my way. |
| Yea anxiety attack coming my way! |
| I may seem fine but I’m panicking. |
| Sometimes life ain’t fair trust no one |
| Everyone’s deals with their own fucking problems. |
| Got my best friend texting my girl undercover |
| The only real person in my life is my father. |
| I gotta do it. |
| I gotta do me. |
| Cutting off these bitches like a fake I.D. |
| Yeah yeah |
| I gotta do it. |
| I gotta do me. |
| Cutting off these bitches like a fake I.D. |