Ayy G
Woah
King of the capital shit
Man you mother f*ckers ain't ready right?
Yeah
[Ayo Scrilla run it up]
I've been running to the dark shit
I've been working through the hardship
Them niggas never gave a nigga chance so we had to make light in the darkness
I'm putting in time to make progress
Put all of my heart in this rap shit
I gotta make it no time for debating
You fakers ain't ready to start shit
I've been so gentle it's time to make noise
Forget all that talking no underrate boys
Forget I be star when you see me I ball
They don't give me credit but I make the calls
From bitches who all in my dms and all
To niggas who begging me make we record
I'm still in the middle I'm still independent I'm tryna make money if cash ain't involved then don't hit me up
You a whack nigga that's a fact
I need bags nigga I need bands
Hop in rav nigga hit the gas
I see a fake nigga then I blast
If she got a fat ass then we smash
If she a bad bad, bring it back
They hoping I fall nigga that's sad
They hoping I fall nigga that's sad
Hey! wait
They cannot handle the wave
I see they talking they hate
I swear these niggas they fake
Oh fake
I need the bag and the fame
I'm on way on my way yeah
But most of these niggas man all of these niggas they fake
I swear these niggas they fake
Showing it straight to my face
I'm bothered bout getting my pay
And they on my ass they don't want a break
Whipping whipping till I'm dirty
Got a bad bitch and she thirsty
Sucking on me thought that bitch was a virgin
She be a freak cause that bitch be researching
Run it up run it up ay
I love my women from africa ay
The bigger the booty the bigger the plate
The bigger the plate the sweeter it tastes
Yeah you can't f*ck with a star
Whipping whipping in the car
Different women in the car
You be rolling with your crew
They don't even love you
Talk shit we shoot
Oh yeah yeah my baby got the juice yeah
Yeah my baby got the juice yeah
Juice yeah
Hey! wait
They cannot handle the wave
I see they talking they hate
I swear these niggas they fake
Oh fake
I need the bag and the fame
I'm on way on my way yeah
But most of these niggas man all of these niggas they fake
Chibby OG on the mix
Oh baby girl I've been looking at I've been looking at your waist your waist is so Dangerous it's a dangerous kind of feeling
You know what they call me mazi Chinedu oh baby girl
Gator Boy Grove - Fake Lyrics
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English
Ayy G
Woah
King of the capital shit
Man you mother f*ckers ain't ready right?
Yeah
[Ayo Scrilla run it up]
I've been running to the dark shit
I've been working through the hardship
Them niggas never gave a nigga chance so we had to make light in the darkness
I'm putting in time to make progress
Put all of my heart in this rap shit
I gotta make it no time for debating
You fakers ain't ready to start shit
I've been so gentle it's time to make noise
Forget all that talking no underrate boys
Forget I be star when you see me I ball
They don't give me credit but I make the calls
From bitches who all in my dms and all
To niggas who begging me make we record
I'm still in the middle I'm still independent I'm tryna make money if cash ain't involved then don't hit me up
You a whack nigga that's a fact
I need bags nigga I need bands
Hop in rav nigga hit the gas
I see a fake nigga then I blast
If she got a fat ass then we smash
If she a bad bad, bring it back
They hoping I fall nigga that's sad
They hoping I fall nigga that's sad
Hey! wait
They cannot handle the wave
I see they talking they hate
I swear these niggas they fake
Oh fake
I need the bag and the fame
I'm on way on my way yeah
But most of these niggas man all of these niggas they fake
I swear these niggas they fake
Showing it straight to my face
I'm bothered bout getting my pay
And they on my ass they don't want a break
Whipping whipping till I'm dirty
Got a bad bitch and she thirsty
Sucking on me thought that bitch was a virgin
She be a freak cause that bitch be researching
Run it up run it up ay
I love my women from africa ay
The bigger the booty the bigger the plate
The bigger the plate the sweeter it tastes
Yeah you can't f*ck with a star
Whipping whipping in the car
Different women in the car
You be rolling with your crew
They don't even love you
Talk shit we shoot
Oh yeah yeah my baby got the juice yeah
Yeah my baby got the juice yeah
Juice yeah
Hey! wait
They cannot handle the wave
I see they talking they hate
I swear these niggas they fake
Oh fake
I need the bag and the fame
I'm on way on my way yeah
But most of these niggas man all of these niggas they fake
Chibby OG on the mix
Oh baby girl I've been looking at I've been looking at your waist your waist is so Dangerous it's a dangerous kind of feeling
You know what they call me mazi Chinedu oh baby girl
Woah
King of the capital shit
Man you mother f*ckers ain't ready right?
Yeah
[Ayo Scrilla run it up]
I've been running to the dark shit
I've been working through the hardship
Them niggas never gave a nigga chance so we had to make light in the darkness
I'm putting in time to make progress
Put all of my heart in this rap shit
I gotta make it no time for debating
You fakers ain't ready to start shit
I've been so gentle it's time to make noise
Forget all that talking no underrate boys
Forget I be star when you see me I ball
They don't give me credit but I make the calls
From bitches who all in my dms and all
To niggas who begging me make we record
I'm still in the middle I'm still independent I'm tryna make money if cash ain't involved then don't hit me up
You a whack nigga that's a fact
I need bags nigga I need bands
Hop in rav nigga hit the gas
I see a fake nigga then I blast
If she got a fat ass then we smash
If she a bad bad, bring it back
They hoping I fall nigga that's sad
They hoping I fall nigga that's sad
Hey! wait
They cannot handle the wave
I see they talking they hate
I swear these niggas they fake
Oh fake
I need the bag and the fame
I'm on way on my way yeah
But most of these niggas man all of these niggas they fake
I swear these niggas they fake
Showing it straight to my face
I'm bothered bout getting my pay
And they on my ass they don't want a break
Whipping whipping till I'm dirty
Got a bad bitch and she thirsty
Sucking on me thought that bitch was a virgin
She be a freak cause that bitch be researching
Run it up run it up ay
I love my women from africa ay
The bigger the booty the bigger the plate
The bigger the plate the sweeter it tastes
Yeah you can't f*ck with a star
Whipping whipping in the car
Different women in the car
You be rolling with your crew
They don't even love you
Talk shit we shoot
Oh yeah yeah my baby got the juice yeah
Yeah my baby got the juice yeah
Juice yeah
Hey! wait
They cannot handle the wave
I see they talking they hate
I swear these niggas they fake
Oh fake
I need the bag and the fame
I'm on way on my way yeah
But most of these niggas man all of these niggas they fake
Chibby OG on the mix
Oh baby girl I've been looking at I've been looking at your waist your waist is so Dangerous it's a dangerous kind of feeling
You know what they call me mazi Chinedu oh baby girl
Writer: Gator Boy Grove, Chibby OG, Godwin Kifasi
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Gator Boy Grove
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Gator Boy Grove, Chibby OG, Godwin Kifasi