Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fake Friends, artist - TecDate of issue: 30.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fake Friends |
| I mean that shit |
| You know |
| Lil Lu' in the booth |
| Be quiet in this bitch man, silence, huh |
| Farrakhan bitch, you know what it is |
| Yeah, ayy |
| They say the truth hurts but I guess lying feels good |
| You crossed me once before then I know you still would |
| Done met so many fake friends |
| Say they your brother, when you touch 'em feel the snake skin |
| And that’s why I just holler fuck 'em |
| Chasin' M’s by the duffle, pussy good but I can’t love her though |
| Took what she what she gave me and went, blew it on another ho |
| I’m in the latest Mercedes, blockin' with nowhere to go |
| Mama told me slow your role, Glock on me, can’t trust a soul |
| Now we beefing, you was just one of the guys |
| 'Member Meezy got hit and you ain’t wan' slide |
| Shit be right in front of your eyes |
| 'Cause guys show it, say that they dying for it |
| 'Fore they jump in that water, nigga break they diving board |
| All that murder talk |
| I been to prison, got convicted off of word of mouth |
| Bitch got on the stand and lied on me |
| Devil got his eyes on me, but I’m God’s son |
| These hoes is poison, fuck 'em and avoid 'em |
| Money comin' fast, gotta chase a bag |
| Never thought that when I made it, it’d make 'em mad |
| Now they see me in that foreign with the paper tags |
| Power move like LeBron goin to the Lakers, yeah |
| They say the truth hurts but I guess lying feels good |
| You crossed me once before then I know you still would |
| Done met so many fake friends |
| Say they your brother, when you touch 'em feel the snake skin |
| And that’s why I just holler fuck 'em |
| Chasin' M’s by the duffle, pussy good but I can’t love her though |
| Took what she what she gave me and went, blew it on another ho |
| I’m in the latest Mercedes, blockin' with nowhere to go |
| Mama told me slow your role, Glock on me, can’t trust a soul |
| Ridin' factory with a ladder with me |
| To my right, and money in the passenger seat |
| And I’m watching to avoid the cops |
| Look down on my neck, see a water facet |
| Searching for light just to spark the ganja |
| Look up and both of my daughters watching |
| Beware all the garden snakes and water moccasins |
| Tryna prove to me you not a fake, I swear I’m not convinced |
| Tellin' me that you love me, you wastin' your oxygen |
| Heart in a vault and I locked it in |
| Secured with a garden and fence (Won't get in) |
| Love is a battlefield, I won’t go to war again |
| Chasing them dollar bills, single like Washington |
| Gotta keep pipes 'cause the street life, I’m caught up in |
| So my people won’t starve again, with my whole life, on God 'nem |
| They say the truth hurts but I guess lying feels good |
| You crossed me once before then I know you still would |
| Done met so many fake friends |
| Say they your brother, when you touch 'em feel the snake skin |
| And that’s why I just holler fuck 'em |
| Chasin' M’s by the duffle, pussy good but I can’t love her though |
| Took what she what she gave me and went, blew it on another ho |
| I’m in the latest Mercedes, blockin' with nowhere to go |
| Mama told me slow your role, Glock on me, can’t trust a soul |
| Like oh-oh-oh |
| Miss Keisha told me slow your ro-oh-oh-ll |
| I’m still your lil' boy, but to them I’m the man, mama |
| I send them spiders, it ain’t nobody they spare, mama |