WavyYouth - Counterfeit Lyrics

All the shit you saying
It ain't sounding right (sounding right)
All the shit you doing
It aint looking right (looking right)
Hol up is you fake
Are you counterfeit (counterfeit)
Yea bitch you fake
Yea you counterfeit (counterfeit)
All the shit you saying
It ain't sounding right (sounding right)
All the shit you doing
It aint looking right (looking right)
Hol up is you fake
Are you counterfeit (counterfeit)
Yea bitch you fake
Yea you counterfeit (counterfeit)

Hold up, wait
Let me get my bearings straight
Whoa Luke
Watch me evolve, I'm better than you
New dude
Flexing that juice
Don't choose
I got your bitch too
She know what to do
I
Told her she's an option
I
Told her I don't want her
I
Asked her if shes cool with the weekend
I might bump her
Called me crumby
She still love me
Came through, I filled her tummy
Time to go
Adios
Told that bitch to hit the door
She asked me why I'm dumb mean, I told her I don't know
She told me that I'm cold, told that bitch to grab a coat
All the shit you saying
It ain't sounding right
Still might pipe
All the shit you doin
It ain't looking right
Might go blind
Hol up is you fake
Are you counterfeit
Nah bitch, can't be the case cause you dumb thick
(Luke)

All the shit you saying
It ain't sounding right (sounding right)
All the shit you doing
It aint looking right (looking right)
Hol up is you fake
Are you counterfeit (counterfeit)
Yea bitch you fake
Yea you counterfeit (counterfeit)
All the shit you saying
It ain't sounding right (sounding right)
All the shit you doing
It aint looking right (looking right)
Hol up is you fake
Are you counterfeit (counterfeit)
Yea bitch you fake
Yea you counterfeit (counterfeit)

Hol up
Get the f*ck out
Just a young nigga trynna cop a mill
And get his fill
Hungry for the money so I keep it real
I keep it ill
Shout out the snakes they finna take my kill
Or take my will
I aint saying shit cuz I know my reals
I know the deal
Yeaaaa
Im just on this wavy shit
I got me a wavy chick
So don't need me no crazy tricks no likey a crazy bitch
Cause they just like a crazy nig
Why you trynna f*ck with chef he fresh to death
I'm Bout my look
Seldom shook
Lazy with the books
But we finna cook
And we cut
Told me bag it up
Did that shit
Than i run my route
Only word of mouth
I got Clientele
I aint got no cell
Yea bitch f*ck da 12
(F*ck 12)
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