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Performed By: Afflicted
Featuring: Dimé, 1crusafix, crusey, girlsynth
Language: English
Written by: bradley stevens




Afflicted - fake Lyrics




[ Featuring Dimé, 1crusafix, crusey, girlsynth ]

I knew u were fake from the jump a a au
I met my idols man i couldnt f*ck this up (quack quack)
I told him stop his shawty she couldnt get enough
I knew u would do me wrong and these n**** just my sons
They wanna be me
I told them lies yeah i try to be deceiving
And if he talking all that shit he wont be breathing
U making music no success so whats the meaning
We gon leave him bleeding

Lets go go go go
I heard ur song u shouldnt post post post post
Im with my gang we do the most most most most
I run it up im stacking shows shows shows shows
(and thats just how we coming)

Turn the page bitch i f*cking flip the script-ipt
Got a tac bitch i keep that shit equipped-uipped
Talkin-talkin shit but we dont know who u is-is
Log him out now he mad he wanna quit
I cant-cant let him away-ay
T-tie him up now he digging his own gr-a-ave
I cant-cant let him away-ay
Feel like prkr "feel like crusafix i pull up with a blade"
(dude)

Ive been at the top yea
Why u on my cock bruh?
Can u get a job?
No you're broke, and im u-u-u-up
A-ah-uhuhuh
Now ur life is over
Smoking sticky icky pack, such a f*ckin stoner
Yea i hold dat rifle
Knock him out no nyquil
Bodies stackin in the room
Stacking like the eiffel
Shutup-shutup,
Wait thats the wrong song
Talkin shit on me
Ah-ahah-uh
Smash him in the wall

I swear to god im givin up
Talkin down on gang
Pussy i dont give a f*ck
Spraying all these bullets
Hit ur face
U better duck
N**** when i run up on your gang (u out of luck)
Bitch im making profit
N**** u better stop it
Bitch im making profit
N**** u better stop it
Bitch im making profit
N**** u better stop it
Bitch im making profit
N**** u better stop it

I knew u were fake from the jump a a au
I met my idols man i couldnt f*ck this up (quack quack)
I told him stop his shawty she couldnt get enough
I knew u would do me wrong and these n**** just my sons
They wanna be me
I told them lies yeah i try to be deceiving
And if he talking all that shit he wont be breathing
U making music no success so whats the meaning
We gon leave him bleeding

Lets go go go go
I heard ur song u shouldnt post post post post
Im with my gang we do the most most most most
I run it up im stacking shows shows shows shows
(and thats just how we coming)
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English

I knew u were fake from the jump a a au
I met my idols man i couldnt f*ck this up (quack quack)
I told him stop his shawty she couldnt get enough
I knew u would do me wrong and these n**** just my sons
They wanna be me
I told them lies yeah i try to be deceiving
And if he talking all that shit he wont be breathing
U making music no success so whats the meaning
We gon leave him bleeding

Lets go go go go
I heard ur song u shouldnt post post post post
Im with my gang we do the most most most most
I run it up im stacking shows shows shows shows
(and thats just how we coming)

Turn the page bitch i f*cking flip the script-ipt
Got a tac bitch i keep that shit equipped-uipped
Talkin-talkin shit but we dont know who u is-is
Log him out now he mad he wanna quit
I cant-cant let him away-ay
T-tie him up now he digging his own gr-a-ave
I cant-cant let him away-ay
Feel like prkr "feel like crusafix i pull up with a blade"
(dude)

Ive been at the top yea
Why u on my cock bruh?
Can u get a job?
No you're broke, and im u-u-u-up
A-ah-uhuhuh
Now ur life is over
Smoking sticky icky pack, such a f*ckin stoner
Yea i hold dat rifle
Knock him out no nyquil
Bodies stackin in the room
Stacking like the eiffel
Shutup-shutup,
Wait thats the wrong song
Talkin shit on me
Ah-ahah-uh
Smash him in the wall

I swear to god im givin up
Talkin down on gang
Pussy i dont give a f*ck
Spraying all these bullets
Hit ur face
U better duck
N**** when i run up on your gang (u out of luck)
Bitch im making profit
N**** u better stop it
Bitch im making profit
N**** u better stop it
Bitch im making profit
N**** u better stop it
Bitch im making profit
N**** u better stop it

I knew u were fake from the jump a a au
I met my idols man i couldnt f*ck this up (quack quack)
I told him stop his shawty she couldnt get enough
I knew u would do me wrong and these n**** just my sons
They wanna be me
I told them lies yeah i try to be deceiving
And if he talking all that shit he wont be breathing
U making music no success so whats the meaning
We gon leave him bleeding

Lets go go go go
I heard ur song u shouldnt post post post post
Im with my gang we do the most most most most
I run it up im stacking shows shows shows shows
(and thats just how we coming)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: bradley stevens
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