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sani elizabeth – industry fake lyrics

verse 1:
industry fake and you know it
your hair is fake you should grow it
go get a d-ld- then blow it
why your friends acting heroic
i don’t sip tea p-ss the lemonade
go ahead and name it i’m h-lla paid
body guards strapped up in escalades
i don’t got time for your escapades
i elevate but you show up late
they can’t do it so they show this hate
tell my compet-tion throw in bate
name any beat that i never ate
i body b-tches like wrestling
f-ck all the gossiping , you in my air and i need some oxygen
run the country from new york n-gga
f-cka the washington b-tch

chorus:
the coupe, the lambo, the house, the jet
none of you own it (but i wanna own it)
the b-tches, the riches, you flossing with money but most of you corny
the coupe, the lambo, the house, the jet
none of you own it (but i wanna own it)
the b-tches, the riches, you flossing with money but most of you corny

i’m not an instagram hoe
these b-tches come and they go
come and they go
i leave them asking for more
i’m feeding these hoes
i’m feeding these hoes
i’m feeding
i’m feeding
i’m feeding
i’m feeding these hoes

verse 2:
feeding these hoes
i’m reading these hoes
eat it , eat it
when you done i made some mo’, i’m never home
i’m on the road, i gotta go
different state, different country, different show
got a white b-tch look like marilyn monroe
my b-tches cold take them out the freezer go let them thaw
gold hoops but they not finna’ ball
i am the sh-t i need a stall
they know i’m coming tell them to stall
i walk you crawl, i came i saw
i need that cookie dough, i like it raw
hunnit bands, hunnit bands, hunnit bands
i took a hit now i’m out here in lala land
i’m bout them dollars man, fl!ck it up for the gram then i go smoke a gram b-tch

verse 3:
iced da pacific, we don’t do no civics
these hoes ain’t specific
crib, sicker then a clinic, nailed it, no acrylics yeah
g wagon keep me lifted
n-gga’s talking hieroglyphics, baby u should pay a visit
we could show den how we did it
all them birds like to mimic, new day, same b-tch
different gimmick yeah they all ignorant
only come thru if its cash, get it wet cause i’ma blast
i don’t say nun if they don’t ask, give em time in exchange for money bags
yeah
get my weave in a 1b, i got hits like who punched me
eating it up like lunch meat uhhhh i guess i’m hungry

- sani elizabeth lyrics

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