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purpose (rich atlanta entertainment) - fake b*tches lyrics

verse 1:
savagery is the artistry
it ain’t just a lifestyle, it’s a part of me
tip double top notch like varsity
i’m spitting truth on the track so charmingly
i’m re-birthing the game like maternity
and i’m blessing these hoes so mercifully
to be honest
i’m setting fire to this sh-t, get some ice for the b-tch like infirmary
and not to be c-cky, i’m real
you’re in the presence of a queen so you kneel
24/7 we’re restless
girl you’re verses are worthless, i’m reckless
you’re off my checklist
leaving these b-tches breathless
stacking money like tetris
this sh-t is stressless
i’m never leaving my throne my reign is endless

chorus:
these fake b-tches ain’t bout it (x3)
don’t talk to me until you bout it
these fake b-tches ain’t bout it (x2)
don’t talk to me till you bout it
we’re real b-tches
we’re about it

verse 2:
doing the thing, man that’s what she’s doing
turn up every city, your n-gga choosing
sleep at the finish line, y’all b-tches losing
my grind on alarm, no dismiss like i’m snoozing
i’ll dabb on that b-tch like i done caught a cold
coming for me? some of y’all b-tches bold
i’m the rapping b-tch slayer, i guess y’all ain’t been told
i’m still on the throne, still reigning like behold
i’m booking venues with 10,000 seats in it
i pull up and i show out like i’m crushing dreams with it
i’m turnt up to the max, y’all know i stay extreme with it
got the whole crowd jumping, i could spot your team in it

i guess your could say they’re loyal to me
they’re hearing my voice and they boy at my feet
taking over the game like my name’s royal-t
and it’s .. crazy
i’m a maniac when i step on the scene
you know i stay fresh, yeah i gotta stay clean
shoutout to divine, with these b-tches on 3

they like ohhh no she didn’t
i’m running my race and all these b-tches quitting
they like ohhh yes she did
whipping in the benz then resign in madrid

these fake b-tches ain’t bout it (x2)
y’all messy b-tches, y’all wildin’
y’all stressing sh-t and i’m lounging
hating on me but i don’t give a d-mn
i’m stacking money b-tch, you need 10 for a gram
i’m slaying rap b-tches from left to the right
you said compet-tion
ain’t a thing in sight

- purpose rich atlanta entertainment lyrics

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