Boss Bigg & 500 Kellz - Fake Love Lyrics

Ay
Im so sick of this fake love please gon wit dat shit
These niggas be hurtin they pockets ain't on shit
They try to steal the sauce but I got a recipe
I got all this drip on me gotta keep a grip on me
Pull up wit a 100 rounds choppa sing like melodies
These niggas act like my bros but dont f*ck wit me
I be gettin money I aint worried bout these lil niggas
Im a go gettin money nigga boy im bout my figures
I ride by my doe•lee
These nigga really dont know me
You want some smoke den show me
I ride wit da 40 cal on me
These niggas really aint out here robbin shit
You wasnt there when I needed you
Now im on and I got on my feet
Run up a bag these niggas goin out sad
Run up a bag fast gelato is all in my lungs
I hit from the back she speakin in tongues
She tell me I am the one
I got tatts on my body
Rockstar just like Ed Hardy
I got drugs for the party
I got hollows if u wanna try me
Dirty stick, kickin like karate ay
Fake love, do not get the time of day
Louis V on the belt print Damièr
Cartier lens see the hate from a mile away
Im so sick of the muhfukkin fakin
You aint neva trap what risks was you takin
Ay, my shootas dont do no pump fakin
We gon be outside if you drop yo location
Posted on the southside we trap out da vacant
Know some niggas on the run prayin for probation
Ay, water whip my wrist game too crazy (Its amazing)
White girl white girl (serving caucasian)
Im way too thorough (to be goin out sad sad)
Roll a 3-5 and im blazin (and im blazin)