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Father

Please Stop Making Fake Versace

 

Please Stop Making Fake Versace

(album: Papicodone - 2015)


[Intro:]
Please stop making fake Versace
Why they say they hate me but they watch me
Acting like you me, but you not me
Please stop making fake Versace

[Hook:]
Please stop making fake Versace
Please stop copping fake Versace
Please stop rocking fake Versace
Please stop making fake Versace

[Verse 1:]
Please leave her ass the D cause A-B-C is not an option
Not gon' fuck my baby my bitch not up for adoption
Took her to Hibachi, finger fucked her, fed her mahi
She love me like Hitachi, no wonder boy so cocky
LA booling, coolin it with Roxi
By the pool & she don't rock fake Versace
Popping Oxy and the speakers knocking
Ayy, know we got my shooters and they cocking
Please stop rocking fake Fendi
Eating nasty-ass chipotle wearing bindis
They be like "Ayy papi, " hit that ho like Heihachi
Mishima, I know she miss me kissing on her inner thighs

[Hook:]
Please stop making fake Versace
Please stop copping fake Versace
Please stop rocking fake Versace
Please stop making fake Versace
Please stop making fake Versace
Please stop copping fake Versace
Please stop rocking fake Versace
Please stop making fake Versace

[Verse 2:]
Throwed off, clothes off
I might just have to take my fucking golds out
Closed mouths, don't give head
So closed mouths, don't get fed
Somewhere out in Texas making bread
So bitch your fucking texting won't get read
I'll come for one, might stay for two
But I need my fucking racks because a nigga pay per view
Fuck yo accent, fuck yo taxes
I singlehandedly keep the world spinning on it's axis
I singlehandedly keep yo bitch pinned up on this mattress
They can't handle me, I smile deviously, batting lashes

[Hook:]
Please stop making fake Versace
Please stop copping fake Versace
Please stop rocking fake Versace
Please stop making fake Versace
Please stop making fake Versace
Please stop copping fake Versace
Please stop rocking fake Versace
Please stop making fake Versace

done

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