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1afflicted - fake lyrics

[verse 1: loriee]
i knew you were fake from the jump a+a+au
i met my idols man i couldn’t f+ck this up (quack quack)
i told him stop his shawty she couldn’t get enough
i knew you would do me wrong and these n+ggas just my sons
they wanna be me
i told them lies yeah i try to be deceiving
and if he talking all that sh+t he won’t be breathing
you making music no success so what’s the meaning
we gon’ leave him bleeding
let’s go go go go
i heard your song you shouldn’t post post post post
i’m with my gang we do the most most most most
i run it up i’m stacking shows shows shows shows
(and that’s just how we coming)

[verse 2: crusey]
turn the page b+tch, i f+cking flip the script+ript
got a tac b+tch i keep that sh+t equipped+quipped
talkin+talkin sh+t but we don’t know who you is+is
l+log him out now he mad he wanna quit+quit
i i+i can’t+can’t let him get away+way
t+tie him up now he digging his own gr+a+ave
i i+i can’t+can’t let him get away
feel like prkr “feel like crusafix i pull up with a blade”
(dude)
[verse 3: 1crusafix]
i’ve been at the top yeah
why you on my c+ck bruh?
can u get a job?
no you’re broke, and i’m u+u+u+up
a+ah+uhuhuh
now your life is over
smoking sticky icky pack, such a f+ckin’ stoner
yea i hold dat rifle
knock him out no nyquil
bodies stackin’ in the room stacking like the eiffel
shut up shut up, wait that’s the wrong song
talkin sh+t on me, ah+ahah+uh, smash him in the wall

[verse 4: dime!]
i swear to god i’m givin’ up
talkin’ down on gang
p+ssy i don’t give a f+ck
spraying all these bullets hit your face, you better duck
n+gga when i run up on your gang (u out of luck)
b+tch i’m making profit
yeah you better stop it
b+tch i’m making profit
yeah you better stop
b+tch i’m+b+tch i’m making pro+o+
yeah you better sto+op it
b+tch i’m making pro+o+
yeah you better stop+
[verse 5: loriee]
i knew you were fake from the jump a+a+au
i met my idols man i couldn’t f+ck this up (quack quack)
i told him stop his shawty she couldn’t get enough
i knew you would do me wrong and these n+ggas just my sons
they wanna be me
i told them lies yeah i try to be deceiving
and if he talking all that sh+t he won’t be breathing
you making music no success so what’s the meaning
we gon’ leave him bleeding
let’s go go go go
i heard your song you shouldn’t post post post post
i’m with my gang we do the most most most most
i run it up i’m stacking shows shows shows shows
(and that’s just how we coming)

[outro]
play afflicted bihhh yaaaahooooo
(yeeaaahhh get the f+ck uuup daaawg yaaahaaaaaa!!!!)

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