sleepy hallow – fake love lyrics
[intro]
she don’t want no scrub n+gga
(great john on the beat by the way)
look, look
[chorus]
she said she don’t want no scrub n+gga
but since we got a bag, she been tryna f+ck with us
she stuck up on the gang like a sticker
she wants a mr. fame, we just tryna get richer
she said like “ouu, what’s up, let me kick it witchu”
i’m with the gang, who you bringing with you?
and i ain’t tryna know your name, i ain’t tryna kiss you
and after this, i might just forget you
[verse 1]
she like “when you finna pull up on me, hit it off”
she said she want some fendi, chanel, and louis vuitton
her man mad, said he tryna get it on
i got a choppa on me, don’t get hit up for a broad
her best friend know all the words to my songs
she said she fell in love, said she finna get involved
these b+tches pick and choose, and that’s why they getting tossed
they hate to see me win, they love to see me take a loss
and i know she don’t really really f+ck with me
she seen a lil cash and now she’s claiming that she stuck with me
i be in the cut like a buck fifty
shorty never held me down so she’s never getting up with me
[chorus]
she said she don’t want no scrub n+gga
but since we got a bag, she been tryna f+ck with us
she stuck up on the gang like a sticker
she wants a mr. fame, we just tryna get richer
she said like “ouu, what’s up, let me kick it witchu”
i’m with the gang, who you bringing with you?
and i ain’t tryna know your name, i ain’t tryna kiss you
and after this, i might just forget you
[verse 2]
yea, yea, she get lit, and she gon’ let me hit
the type to run yo’ pockets tryna make you spend a brick
you ever seen the dance she do better on a d+ck
i pulled up with my mans and she pulled up with her b+tch
i know they only want me ’cause they heard i’m getting rich
she loves to send me pictures of her ass and her tits
my cuzzo said he cl!cked, said he met her on the strip
so i know she be hoeing, i know she gon’ do the clique
so f+ck it, i ain’t loving, imma sit and take a sip
i’m counting up these hunnids, i ain’t worried bout a b+tch
look, f+ck it, i ain’t loving, imma sit and take a sip
i’m counting up these hunnids, i ain’t worried bout a b+tch
[chorus]
she said she don’t want no scrub n+gga
but since we got a bag, she been tryna f+ck with us
she stuck up on the gang like a sticker
she wants a mr. fame, we just tryna get richer
she said like “ouu, what’s up, let me kick it witchu”
i’m with the gang, who you bringing with you?
and i ain’t tryna know your name, i ain’t tryna kiss you
and after this, i might just forget you
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