lirik lagu bandgang biggs & bandgang javar - fake it
[intro: bandgang paid will]
in this bitch, nigga
bandgang
dada (meech)
[verse 1: bandgang paid will]
bustin’ down p’s, my wrist ache
your bitch want a young boss ’cause you a cheapskate (lame)
out in cali blowin’ thousands on the weekday
fuck it, lost another thousand out green bay
every time i’m shoe shoppin’, i need two pair (i need two)
i ain’t drivin’ nowhere, bitch, i flew here
different nigga, drop a deuce in a root beer
doin’ donuts in the truck, but with the coupe near
you ain’t gotta ask about me, everybody know
i’ve been gettin’ grown money and i’m lil’ bro
all i wanted was some head, get your lil’ ho
try to play me out some bread, then you gotta go
one rule, stay real, never turn fed
all these diamonds on my neck, this shit turn heads
had rocks, snatch a nigga if he come playin’
this shit a nigga been through, you wouldn’t understand
[chorus: bandgang paid will]
real niggas can’t fake it
you wearin’ fake shit, that’s why we ain’t take it
nigga, you don’t know the feel, labels thinkin’ that you dangerous
really livin’ what we rap, probably why we ain’t made it
we stickin’ to the code, nigga, never no changin’
all i want is m’s, nigga, you can be famous
when you a real nigga, ain’t no way you can fake it
all i know is be real, nigga, i can never fake it
i can never fake it
[verse 2: bandgang biggs]
gettin’ numbers on that road and i ain’t tell on a soul
free rose, that boy the goat, he helped me make fifty long
that’s a problem with these niggas, they never respect a boss
i’ma go buy me a glock and start knockin’ niggas off
judge tryna take me out, he talkin’ 2~to~10
my first offense, so how the fuck shit i get 2~to~10?
there goes to show, the system only tryna take us under
told your bitch to let me fuck ’cause we ain’t gettin’ no younger
heard you be on that broke nigga shit, no wonder
one~night stand with you, baby, you ain’t gettin’ my number
all she gettin’ is some dick and some hurt feelings
i’m the man, fuck these hoes and they burnt bridges
i be on some— my mind only think about the money shit
niggas i would’ve took care of got called a snitch
thought you was a good player, now you on the bench
they know i’m a shooting star, it’s time to make a wish
they ain’t hear what i’m sayin’, i’ma paint a pic’
for all you smart niggas playin’ stupid and illiterate, so look
run up on me trippin’, you get gunned down
you thinkin’ i’m slippin’, you a dumb clown
call stone, he’ll get you out of love
real savage, that’s my nigga, i ain’t have to pay him nothin’
i be trippin’ off them drugs, but lately i’ve been sober
got my eyes wide open, i’m lookin’ out for the cobras
hear ’em hissin’ in the grass, diamonds expensive like some glass
try to take ’em off my neck, that’s an uzi up your ass
i’m in first, boy, you last, don’t play around with my cash
came from juggin’ in the hood to flyin’ first class
first time i got a band, i got my first bag
made one turn to two, and it wasn’t no lookin’ back
i’m in love with the booth and you in love with your boo
i’m in love with the glock, i love the way that it shoot
[chorus: bandgang paid will]
real niggas can’t fake it
you wearin’ fake shit, that’s why we ain’t take it
nigga, you don’t know the feel, labels thinkin’ that you dangerous
really livin’ what we rap, probably why we ain’t made it
we stickin’ to the code, nigga, never no changin’
all i want is m’s, nigga, you can be famous
when you a real nigga, ain’t no way you can fake it
all i know is be real, nigga, i can never fake it
i can never fake it
[verse 3: bandgang javar]
blues on the road and i ain’t tell on a soul
free biggs, when he come home, he gon’ have fifty long
his bitch cut him off, that’s the problem with these hoes
she gon’ be sick in ninety days, my nigga on his way home
you ain’t eatin’ like kids when they make play~doh spaghetti
dog askin’ me to put him on, i know he ain’t ready
we got pulled over, guess who in the back tremblin’?
talkin’ ’bout his kids and how he’s gotta make it back to them
like a mad thot, i’ll have me clappin’ at your ass
it’s twenty in the trunk, can’t have you fuckin’ up this bag
gettin’ questioned the only time i don’t state facts
paperwork tell the truth, you can’t fake that
used to wipe the numbers off, embossed the green dots
that’s old sauce, we got cards with the chip now
can’t even send my bitch in meijer, both our face hot
fuck it, kroger down the street, i just can’t stop
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