FAKENGGAS Lyrics – Destroy Lonely
Singer: Destroy Lonely
Title: FAKENGGAS
Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a ‘K with him
I took that ho’ outside, and told her don’t play with him
n#gg#s wanna hang with the gang, but I can not hang with ’em
No, I don’t f#ck with these boys, I swear that I hate n#gg#s
I can’t f#ck with no fake n#gg#s, no, I can’t f#ck with no fake n#gg#s
I can’t f#ck with no fake b#tches, no, I can’t f#ck with no fake b#tches
Rick Owens my jeans, Rick Owens my kicks, lil’ b#tch I get to fly
I’m getting way, way geeked with my b#tch, yeah we get like too high
Yeah, I put that ho’ on the X, now she piped up, she getting piped down
I put that ho’ on that Oxy and Codeine, now that ho’ geeked out
Yeah, I’m on some Oxy and motherf#ckin’ Codeine, lil’ b#tch I’m geeked out
Balenciaga boots so big, thеse n#gg#s get stomped out
Hold on, Hold up
Yеah, I’m doing tricks in this b#tch
No I don’t skate, but I’m on my motherf#ckin’ grind, and I’m doing tricks in this b#tch
No I don’t skate, but if that lil’ ho’ fine, then i’m finna trip to that b#tch
I took her out on a date, I took her straight to my room, then I hopped in that b#tch [Yeah, Yeah
Diamonds on all my neck and my wrist, lil’ b#tch
I’m shinin’ ’cause I’m a vampire, you could get bit lil’ b#tch
I’m ballin’ like a motherf#ckin’ umpire, I put lean in the pitcher
n#gg#s ain’t f#cking with me, and n#gg#s can’t touch my b#tch
Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a ‘K with him
I took that ho’ outside, and told her don’t play with him
n#gg#s wanna hang with the gang, but I can not hang with ’em
No, I don’t f#ck with these boys, I swear that I hate n#gg#s
I can’t f#ck with no fake n#gg#s, no, I can’t f#ck with no fake n#gg#s
I can’t f#ck with no fake b#tches, no, I can’t f#ck with no fake b#tches
Rick Owens my jeans, Rick Owens my kicks, lil’ b#tch I get to fly
I’m getting way, way geeked with my b#tch, yeah we get like too high
Yeah, and I keep some motherf#ckin’ cash on me
Everytime that I move, gotta keep my bag on me
If I hit that lil’ b#tch, she gon’ try to brag on me
If I f#ck on that ho, she gon’ try to nag on me
We in that Lamb’ chai truck, the insides red meat
f#cking this bad #ss b#tch, her insides red-pink
I like the K-pop ho’, I’m going BLACKPINK
Yeah, can’t let main ho’, for that lil’ lame ting
I let the lame hoe go, then hopped on the cash ting
I switched my focus up, then hopped in my bag man
I’m on some all black sh#t, you would think I was Batman
Yeah, I’m on the phone with my plug, tell that boy send the whole thing
Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a ‘K with him
I took that ho’ outside, and told her don’t play with him
n#gg#s wanna hang with the gang, but I can not hang with ’em
No, I don’t f#ck with these boys, I swear that I hate n#gg#s
I can’t f#ck with no fake n#gg#s, no, I can’t f#ck with no fake n#gg#s
I can’t f#ck with no fake b#tches, no, I can’t f#ck with no fake b#tches
Rick Owens my jeans, Rick Owens my kicks, lil’ b#tch I get to fly
I’m getting way, way geeked with my b#tch, yeah we get like too high
Yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah
Oh, Oh, Oh
Yeah, yeah
Oh, Oh, Oh
Yeah, yeah
Oh, Oh, Oh
Yeah, yeah
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