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c3ntre - fake niggas exposed lyrics

[verse 1 c3ntre]
im really sucking up
i eat it up eat it up eat it up
too much d-ck in my mouth my d-ck limp on my sack
but now this gon need to take like a minute
and yeah i like the -n-l beads with the little bells on it
all these m-th-f-ckers calling me papi they be in my dm callin me honey like yes b-tch i am chasin yo hoe -ss im too busy catchin muhf-ckin std’s
every n-gga in my block want this c-ck ima muhf-cking make that bed rock
ima let my n-gga gio f-ck the rest
im here rappin with c-m on my chest
its c-m fast n-gga none of you n-ggas are in it like this n-gga in me, n-ggas hard like the final test its hard to f-ckin bust stuck to the muhf-ckin sack
finagain that means ill f-cking murder you
make sure no one f-cking heard of you
for all the haters its been in our word for you b-tches
me and gio here no need to fear 2016 our m-th-f-ckin year
f-ck all these fake wannabe rappears
fire different places like [?]
yeah ill make you take your songs off of soundcloud
trynna reach for the goal [?] when you release your song ain’t n0body
gonna [?] b-tch
n-ggas out here trynna jump for the n-ggas cause they too scared to throw dem hands worm here makin money they out here recycling cans n-gga spittin too much fire f-ckin finna grill this sh-t but now ima let my n-gga gio have return and k!ll this sh-t
[verse 2 gio]
im in this sh-t in the foreign whip yo b-tch right here boy she a dip talkin sh-t get that 30 clip ill pop yo -ss and then we dip the barrel lit dont cause a fit before i blow
gang gang gang gang gang gang
im on top please dont stop me f-ck the feds f-ck the paparazzi im on some me sh-t d-mn its pretty rocky dont test me before i get to f-cking poppin
watch yo close ones friends are pretty flakey
cut the gr-ss low n-ggas really snakey
im on this beat boy im pretty pasty
man they dont hope that i dont f-ck yo lady
its pretty shady but i dont give a f-ck
im gon turn savage up
have you lookin stupid dumb
gettin money f-ck b-tches
that sh-t be lowkey fun
if i see the stupid feds im bout to blow them wit my gun
f-ck the ops f-ck the feds
see them roll up blow their heads
double cup crazy dirty take that sh-t to the head
man im feelin like a zombie all i want is f-cking bread
and i got this b-tch on her knees givin f-cking head
i ain’t finished im still gon rap until im the richest
dont f-ck with snitches
snitches get st-tches
snitches are b-tches
my squad is the realest yo squad is the weakest
watchu talkin bout willus
f-ck f-ck all of yo feelins
blow this roof off the ceiling
man this sh-t so appealing
now i got my -ss geekin
and i caught yo -ss tweakin
so my n-gga we winnin
im gon chase this guap til i reach a hundred and mili
and you know that im in it
b-tch im gon gon gon get it
get that guap up n-gga so you know that im winnin
shout out to all of my n-ggas that been with me since the beginning… n-gga

- c3ntre lyrics

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