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Zaya - M - Fake Lyrics



Zaya - M - Fake Lyrics




F*ck all that fake shit, my niggas don't say shit
F*ck all that hate shit, my niggas gon' break shit
So what the f*ck you think they'll do to you
The f*ck you'd think they'll do to you
F*ck all they fake shit
My niggas gone take
My niggas gone break
My nigga go ape shit
My niggas gone spray shit
So what the f*ck you think they'll do to you
The f*ck you'd think they'll do you

What the f*ck they think they doin'
Tellin' me spill the tea, but like really though, who was brewin'
Tryna give the guys a different perspective for different viewin
That way we stay solid as I continue to keep pursuin
Just to the money, jungles to mansions, that's just the movement
Just like Charles Manson, fan fill of killers, that's how we movin
Don't do no cameras, life's like a movie, but not for viewin
Loose screws with hammers, kidnap your wifey and have your choosin
How's it like to go, nigga? Hop on the V and float better than most
Niggas that could be the coach, nigga, won't leave you hangin' and give you the ropes
Nigga, watch the approach, nigga, tip off a little shit and do the most
Nigga, come with your hoe, nigga, better hope that she don't choke
Nigga, you a little joke, nigga, uh, and I see right through these niggas
Like a clear shot, how I run right through these niggas, uh
Oh, you bought it, what we doin', nigga
Huh, oh, let's get to it, nigga


F*ck all that fake shit, my niggas don't say shit
F*ck all that hate shit, my niggas gon' break shit
So what the f*ck you think they'll do to you
The f*ck you'd think they'll do to you
F*ck all they fake shit
My niggas gone take
My niggas gone break
My nigga go ape shit
My niggas gone spray shit
So what the f*ck you think they'll do to you
The f*ck you'd think they'll do you

It's a motherf*ckin' stickup, and I'm down to stick a nigga if he motherf*ckin' hiccup
So before you even pick up, already lift my wrist up
Nigga, these shots encourage ya, it's gon' tilt your chin up
Up the score some more, oh, I forgot we been up
These hoes love the boy from California to Virginia
Bought my chips a hoy , hustled July to December
Making Illinois in Chicago, y'all remember
Nice with it, you could bet on me throwin' the dice with it, get hype with it
That nigga sharp like he came with a knife, with him, New York, Gremlin
Relocated south in Atlanta with it, the North, nigga
Mayretta link up, of course, nigga, the boss, nigga
Put a tag on your head like, f*ck the cost, nigga
Get caught lacking then that's your fault nigga
F*ck it up, yeah, uh, Blackjack
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F*ck all that fake shit, my niggas don't say shit
F*ck all that hate shit, my niggas gon' break shit
So what the f*ck you think they'll do to you
The f*ck you'd think they'll do to you
F*ck all they fake shit
My niggas gone take
My niggas gone break
My nigga go ape shit
My niggas gone spray shit
So what the f*ck you think they'll do to you
The f*ck you'd think they'll do you

What the f*ck they think they doin'
Tellin' me spill the tea, but like really though, who was brewin'
Tryna give the guys a different perspective for different viewin
That way we stay solid as I continue to keep pursuin
Just to the money, jungles to mansions, that's just the movement
Just like Charles Manson, fan fill of killers, that's how we movin
Don't do no cameras, life's like a movie, but not for viewin
Loose screws with hammers, kidnap your wifey and have your choosin
How's it like to go, nigga? Hop on the V and float better than most
Niggas that could be the coach, nigga, won't leave you hangin' and give you the ropes
Nigga, watch the approach, nigga, tip off a little shit and do the most
Nigga, come with your hoe, nigga, better hope that she don't choke
Nigga, you a little joke, nigga, uh, and I see right through these niggas
Like a clear shot, how I run right through these niggas, uh
Oh, you bought it, what we doin', nigga
Huh, oh, let's get to it, nigga


F*ck all that fake shit, my niggas don't say shit
F*ck all that hate shit, my niggas gon' break shit
So what the f*ck you think they'll do to you
The f*ck you'd think they'll do to you
F*ck all they fake shit
My niggas gone take
My niggas gone break
My nigga go ape shit
My niggas gone spray shit
So what the f*ck you think they'll do to you
The f*ck you'd think they'll do you

It's a motherf*ckin' stickup, and I'm down to stick a nigga if he motherf*ckin' hiccup
So before you even pick up, already lift my wrist up
Nigga, these shots encourage ya, it's gon' tilt your chin up
Up the score some more, oh, I forgot we been up
These hoes love the boy from California to Virginia
Bought my chips a hoy , hustled July to December
Making Illinois in Chicago, y'all remember
Nice with it, you could bet on me throwin' the dice with it, get hype with it
That nigga sharp like he came with a knife, with him, New York, Gremlin
Relocated south in Atlanta with it, the North, nigga
Mayretta link up, of course, nigga, the boss, nigga
Put a tag on your head like, f*ck the cost, nigga
Get caught lacking then that's your fault nigga
F*ck it up, yeah, uh, Blackjack
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Writer: Isaiah Young
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