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lirik lagu fiction fake - it won't kill ya

(verse 1) ~ fiction fake
straight in!
might need a pillow, this hoe i got boring
she call me sometimes but i’m always ignorin’
i’m just trying new things whenever i’m tourin’
and that b~tch wants to f~ck, i’m not gettin’ some sleep but she suckin’ my d~ck for like 8 days a week
she suckin’ my d~ck when i go out to eat
i’m takin’ a sh~t while i roll me some weed
we gotta go n~gga, know that we goin’
i go to the jeweler then make a [?]
i need like 10 girls a week and they trojans
know she a thot but she know i be hoein’
i break her heart well how rude
and she rather [?] she know that i pick and i choose
she actin’ crazy but tell me, what’s new?
and you said that she yours but she switchin’ some dudes
i walk around in new york like i’m plenty paid
b~tch bend it over, do whatever i say
pee in a cup, give it to her, it’s lemonade
i got some drugs but it don’t matter anyways

(hook) ~ fiction fake
b~tch it won’t k!ll you to come and say sorry
she gave me top but it’s far from my hobby
make sure my n~ggas ride around in ‘rarris
make sure my exes knowin’ that they lost me
(verse 2) ~ fiction fake
my digits a 5
my b~tch is a 5
you speak on my name then you gon’ have to die
you see she a thot, how you still be alive
she shakin’ that ass on her instagram live
you cannot bust me
i got like 1000 hoes that still love me
b~tch, just trust me
i could f~ck any girl that i want and you still cannot f~ck me
and that’s the way that it must be
and i don’t fly delta
knock their n~gga asses off we call em’ a [?]
my [?] coach~lla
black hair, green eyes, [?] ass isabella
get on stage and i’m really lit
i photobomb her while she takin’ a mirror pic
she said that she talkin’ to someone but goofy don’t know that she let me start hittin’ it

b~tch it won’t k!ll you to come and say sorry
she gave me top but it’s far from my hobby
make sure my n~ggas ride around in ‘rarris
make sure my exes knowin’ that they lost me
(verse 3) ~ ionlikezep
suck out my soul like the illuminati
i got the gas like a mof~ckin’ n~z~
plus, i make waves like a f~ckin’ tsunami
explore the b~tch like i’m in a safari
b~tch, i get higher then you can imagine
princess lil’ b~tch, f~ck her right in my palace
make her spazz out, i thought that she was laggin’
yes i smoke weed, gettin’ high is my passion
if i want it, i’m coppin’ until they restock it
i keep me a thot away, and we gon watch it
yeah, she gonna drop and pop it all over my body
got blues in my pockets who fold like a [?]
i’m a real f~ckin’ prophet, these hoes love to gossip
i drip like a faucet, i’m high as a comet
i’m off the biscotti, i hope you acknowledge that i already got it
she comin’ in then you know it’s a freakshow
been smokin’ that diesel before it was legal
sh~ttin’ on all of these b~tches, no fecal
momma told me not to f~ck with you people
i swear that all of this sh~t be too easy
i heard your b~tch really tryna get freaky
f~ck a dumb witch b~tch, i’m not a d~mn genie
she make it clap and she put it on repeat

(hook) ~ fiction fake
b~tch it won’t k!ll you to come and say sorry
she gave me top but it’s far from my hobby
make sure my n~ggas ride around in ‘rarris
make sure my exes knowin’ that they lost me
b~tch it won’t k!ll you to come and say sorry
she gave me top but it’s far from my hobby
make sure my n~ggas ride around in ‘rarris
make sure my exes knowin’ that they lost me

(verse 4) ~ nikshoww
big gas in my lungs, it gon’ f~ck up my breathin’
hittin’ that sh~t, it go right in my system
i hit your girl and she send me her pics
sooner or later, she’ll call me her mister
boy, you a clown, i be d~ckin’ her down
she suck on my d~ck and then after you kiss her
talkin’ that talk but you really a fraud
you say you gon’ shoot, you ain’t holdin’ a pistol
ydc, i be chasin’ my dream
the b~tches come over when i’m on the scene
take one of em’ home and i make her sh~t cream
ebk b~tch, emphasize on the e
smokin’ the green, i think i’m a fiend
i hit her one time, i pass her to the team
i don’t want 1, i think i want 3
you talkin’ on me but i got your she
got a brand new whip, i think i might hop in
i got the flows that could be what’s poppin’
hearin’ a beat, i hop on and i walk it
hittin’ the bank and i make a deposit
i shoot for the stars, i’m feelin’ like pop
i got your girl and she ridin’ on top
i play her my music, she told me it’s hot
i got these hits and i’m ready to drop

b~tch it won’t k!ll you to come and say sorry
she gave me top but it’s far from my hobby
make sure my n~ggas ride around in ‘rarris
make sure my exes knowin’ that they lost me

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