Текст песни Fake Bitches - Justina Valentine
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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