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fakebitcheshero - fake lyrics

you got to understand it’s certain b-tches out to get you
you riding hard and then they turn around, and f-cking diss you
you had it real because your pop was never really into, showing you love, so the pain is what you turning into
i always had this issue, where i would run and vent to all these broads i’m calling homies, then they turn against you
you b-tches real, but then you faking what the f-ck you into
same b-tches on my line screaming rock i miss you
whole time your genuine was never official, i hope this sh-t offend i shoulda’ never friend, i shoulda’ never gave you clothes i couldn’t fit up into, i shoulda’ never gave you tissues when that n-gga dissed you
i shoulda’ left you b-tches broke, and watch the summer miss you
my player gave ya brother work, watch him hustle nickles
you had a mom who smoked c0ke, well sh-t i understood you, but all these games you b-tches playing i ain’t playing with you
word got back to me you doing bad, and word got back to me you b-tches mad, and word got back to be that’ that n-gga you was dealing wit just left you for another b-tch sad (see), but shawty that’s the price you gotta pay when you hating erryday on another b-tch bad (stop hating), and shawty that’s the price you gotta pay when you hating erryday on another b-tch bad (that sh-t not thurl sis) i just wanna know who the f-ck just made it cool to hate on other b-tches you was hanging wit in school, the sh-t i hear you saying is some sh-t that should never leave ya lips, and i’m really tryn change, but ima run up in ya sh-t you let these b-tches hype you up they got you caught up in the mix when you thinking you can stand me when know how rocky get, fed ya kids when they was hungry i’m the realist that i get and ima f-ck ya baby father yous a sucka -ss b-tch, you in ya mother back room and she just wishing that you leave, you keep banging on the door cause’ you ain’t never have the key, and you really hate ya job cause’ they don’t pay you what you need, n-ggas f-cking you for free, but you keep coming after me, i tried to put you b-tches on, but you was hating from the rip, on the beach out ac, but you ain’t never take a trip, you ain’t never have a bag, you ain’t never have sh-t, n-ggas never really loved you, you was sucking n-ggas d-ck
word got back to me you doing bad, word got back to me you b-tches mad, word got back to me that, that n-gga you was dealing with just left you for another b-tch sad, but shawty that’s the price you gotta pay when you hating erryday on another b-tch bad (but shawty that’s the price you gotta pay when you hating erryday on another b-tch bad)

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