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Justina Valentine

Fake Bitches

 

Fake Bitches

(album: Infrared - 2020)


Ya damn right
Fake bitches, fake love, better lay low
Fake bitches make me gassy
Oh yeah
Yo yo yo

Fake bitches, fake love, better lay low
Real rap, real chat when I say so
Get the bag get the paper get the pesos
When she walk by I be like "Hey hoe !"
Fake bitches, fake love, better lay low
Real rap, real chat when I say so
Get the bag get the paper get the pesos
She a rat set the trap with some queso

I could never twist with a fuck bitch
Eight pic posed up like a duck bitch
You a try hard doing too much bitch
Wish I had a dick you could come suck bitch
Turning tricks for a couple bucks bitch
You a chicken head let me hear you cluck bitch
Fucking with the water thats gon' have you stuck bitch
Coming for a real one try your luck bitch
I don't wanna have to take down these hoes
The grass is up high but the snakes on the low
Screaming she real she the fakest I know
Your ass don't giggle cause the cakes are borrowed
Ain't a bitch breathing who can do it like me
Stevie Wonder to a bitch acting like they can't see
If you wanna get respect, guess you got to be mean
All these bitches are my daughters should've take a plan B, uh

Fake bitches, fake love, better lay low
Real rap, real chat when I say so
Get the bag get the paper get the pesos
When she walk by I be like "Hey hoe !"
Fake bitches, fake love, better lay low
Real rap, real chat when I say so
Get the bag get the paper get the pesos
She a rat set the trap with some queso

It's funny how they never mention me like they ain't heard of me
But ain't a single bitch that they could bring that tried to murder me
The way I'm killing shit go check my record sure got felonies
Not only is she rapping cold but shorty got the melodies
How can they make a list of chicks and not even include my name
When I'm one of the few who really write and who respect the game
And I'm the only one who go bananas when I'm off the brain
And all the rules of Hip Hop they used to [?] change
Sleeping on me, taking nap, nap, nap, naps
But I'm the most ill that's no cap, cap, cap, cap
I'm moving to the [?] you're mad, mad, mad, mad
And to all my real bitches give a dab, dab, dab, dab
There's a few of us that still exist please don't get it twisted
We be in the mix, sweet like licorice, kill you with a kiss
All you hating bitches still looking sorry
And all my real bitches show love like Cardi

Fake bitches, fake love, better lay low
Real rap, real chat when I say so
Get the bag get the paper get the pesos
When she walk by I be like "Hey hoe !"
Fake bitches, fake love, better lay low
Real rap, real chat when I say so
Get the bag get the paper get the pesos
She a rat set the trap with some queso

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