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tru-g & callmebenjaminn - fake friends lyrics

(talking)
fake friends give you fake love, but me i don’t give a fake f-ck. t.a.l.i. entertainment ya kno

(chorus)
i don’t need no fake love (fake love) from fake friends (fake friends) i’m so sick of these n-ggas with all this hating (hating). i’m just on a money mission stacking paper (paper) funny how your friend will be your biggest hater (hater). i don’t need no fake love (fake love) from fake friends (fake friends) i’m so sick of these n-ggas with all this hating (hating). i’m just on a money mission stacking paper (paper) funny how your friend will be your biggest hater (hater)

(tru-g verse)
i can’t stand a ol fake jealous hating -ss n-gga, hate behind ya back but in ya face they f-ckin with ya. can’t case em’ cause them n-ggas fake and all they do is hate you can say what you want just stay the f-ck up out my way. don’t need no fake love from none of you fake friends cause f-cking round with you n-ggas my time i’m steady wasting. man these n-ggas worse than them b-tches keep a life full of drama, claim to be a friend of me but trying to f-ck my baby mama’s. i’m the petty king could’ve sent them goons with them llamas but instead i hit her dm’s and d-cked down ya mama. my n-gga jay told me g you cold as a b-tch no stomach virus but i’m telling you i stay with the sh-ts. know what the problem is these n-ggas just hate they life it ain’t my fault ya job suck and you hate your wife. oh now you mad at me well i guess i give a fake f-ck, so miss me with that bullsh-t and all your fake love

(callmebenjaminn verse)
biggest hater be your bestfriend trying to f-ck ya ol lady, would’ve been your best man we gone have to catch hands. f-ck all that other sh-t you another son of a b-tch ask them n-ggas bout me i used to be out here slumming sh-t. i made my child now i’m all about the gwalla, f-ck f-cking them b-tches too busy counting them dollars. i’m stuck clutching that yoppa i’m going cop me a choppa. catch you slipping outta nowhere i’m a mystery shopper. back to my mission money my ignition, young black n-gga with a vision, ain’t no premonition always wishing that is insufficient that is my addiction. all i gotta do is grind and get it one time for my city. look baker in in this b-tch throwing up buffaloes i know a couple phony b-tches want me on they songs. i used to put you in the yo, you couldn’t put me on ya show that show me ain’t real you just a hoe so

(talking)
we don’t need no fake friends, we don’t need no fake love. t.a.l.i. gang t.a.l.i. entertainment we out

- tru g callmebenjaminn lyrics

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