Fake written all over you | Hate written all over you | Hate written all over
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Fake written all over you Hate written all over you Hate written all over Fake written all over you Hate written all over you Fake written all over you Hate written all over you Smiling faces Sometimes pretend to be your friend Smiling faces show no traces Of the evil that lurks within (Can you dig it?) Fake written all over you Hater written all over you Fake written all over you, yeah I been in the cold, couldn't feel my toes But I still stuck to the code Money won't fold, pockets won't hold enough Taking my pole and now, F&N and now Take me anywhere, I'm taking over the trap I see the real clear, Woodgrain Cartier Popping a real pill, higher than Beverly Hills I got too much spill, I give a b!tch chills Took out a small bill, make all the hoes strip You need a weed feel, I get it vacuum sealed Came from the Eastside, shooters on detail Go purchase a new Chanel, I need a refill Strikers in Trackhawks, riding the V12 I pick the mood, dawg, I pick the entail Get it tripping, all you gone see is shells If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gone shoot you We don't trust you n!ggas, we don't (I don't trust no motherfking body) We don't trust you n!ggas, we don't We don't trust you We don't trust you n!ggas, we don't We don't trust you n!ggas, we don't (Smiling faces) We don't trust you (Show no traces) (Of the evil that lurks within) You a n!gga number one fan, dog Sneak dissing, I don't understand, dog Pillowtalking, acting like a fed, dog I don't need another fake friend, dog Can't be 'bout a ho, 'cause we sharing, dog In you feelings, n!gga, why you playing, dog? Give her backshots, while she laying down Keep the Glock cocked, I don't trust hoes Top shotter, going for the gusto Like a real dog, I don't mutt hoes Get the load, you a John Doe Bubble Eye Benz on a ho Rapping so pretend, you a ho Now I figure, n!gga tag a n!gga toe Ain't no tapping in, better blow Tired of popping pills, but he blessed Flash a couple M's on my chest Ain't no sabotaging, lil' finesse We was in the field, placing bets Still getting chills in my flesh Taking comma, turn it to success Thoroughbred and Pluto, nothing less Twenty drivers parked at the jet Whip the Phantom to the projects Death before dishonor, no confess We don't trust you n!ggas, we don't (Smiling faces) We don't trust you n!gga, we don't (Pretend to be your friend) We don't trust you We don't trust you, no, no, no We don't trust you, no, no, no, no, no, no We don't trust you, no, no, no We don't trust you, no, no, no, no, no, no We don't trust you, no, no, no (Trust is a motherfker) If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gone shoot you If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm— If Young Metro don't trust, I'm gone shoot you Hate written all over you Fake written all over you Hater written all over you Fake written all over you (Trust is a motherfker)
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