| «My life, my life, my life, my life»
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| Yeah. |
| yeah. |
| yeah
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| «My life, my life, my life, my life»
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| Fake love’s when your homey give you dap
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| Smile in your face but he want yo' ass clapped (Fake love)
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| Fake love’s when they never be around
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| But once you get rich, they all get down (Fake love)
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| Fake love’s when yo' friend fuck yo' bitch
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| Don’t think with his head, only think with his dick! |
| (Fake love)
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| So my friends is enemies and my enemies be friends
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| Don’t show no love, don’t pretend
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| 50 got Yayo gettin all this cash
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| Now all these yes men wanna kiss my ass
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| But back in the street you ain’t help me re-up
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| Locked up I had court dates, you never showed up
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| What the fuck? |
| Tell me what you grinnin' at nigga
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| If I get killed, my stash, you spendin' that, nigga
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| Some people want nuttin' out of life
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| And some people want it all, let’s ball
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| I see the jealousy and envy when you see me shoppin'
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| Sapphire watch, got your jaw droppin'
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| When I moved that eighth, you was 7 gram coppin'
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| You ain’t happy for me, you hope that the Feds watchin'
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| I ain’t stoppin, homey I’m #1
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| While you schemin' on me, I played it dumb
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| So when it comes to the point, that you ready to flip
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| I’ma pull out first, and let off my clip — take that!
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| Fake love’s when your homey give you dap
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| Smile in your face but he want yo' ass clapped (Fake love)
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| Fake love’s when they never be around
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| But once you get rich, they all get down (Fake love)
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| Fake love’s when yo' friend fuck yo' bitch
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| Don’t think with his head, only think with his dick! |
| (Fake love)
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| So my friends is enemies and my enemies be friends
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| Don’t show no love, don’t pretend
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| Now your man ain’t your man if he extort you, nigga
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| And your man ain’t your man if he shortin' you, nigga
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| Listen money talks, and bullshit run marathons
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| When your money’s gone, that’s when them hoes gone
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| Fake love is when a nigga set you up
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| How he knew about your chain when your shit was tucked
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| You know the type to rat you out, sell you out
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| You get locked, your man ain’t gon' bail you out
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| You got a brand new whip, your shit is lovely
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| Yeah it’s aight — but his rims is ugly
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| Fake friends, show fake love
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| You know the type of nigga that’ll leave you in the club
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| Fake love
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| Fake love’s when your homey give you dap
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| Smile in your face but he want yo' ass clapped (Fake love)
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| Fake love’s when they never be around
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| But once you get rich, they all get down (Fake love)
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| Fake love’s when yo' friend fuck yo' bitch
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| Don’t think with his head, only think with his dick! |
| (Fake love)
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| So my friends is enemies and my enemies be friends
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| Don’t show no love, don’t pretend
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| «My life, my life, my life, my life»
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| «My life, my life, my life, my life» |