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fake rapper - bandgang lonnie bands lyrics

[intro]
n*ggas gon’ understand me ’cause
when a n*gga asked me about my bros, i tell ’em, n*gga, my bros, they the realest n*ggas, man, they—
sh*t that they rap about, this sh*t be real life, man
real n*gga, fake rapper, real n*gga, fake rapper
real n*gga, fake rapper, real n*gga

[verse 1]
b*tch, why you ain’t cashed in yet?
yeah, we took them chains, you can’t get sh*t back
ridin’ on 75, almost caught a heart attack
sheriffs right behind me, i’m so happy they went left
free my baby rose, he was hot as h*ll with it
seen my lil’ cousin stack a hundred on you n*ggas
still’ll put that work in the motherf*ckin’ tube socks
lately i’ve been workin’ dolo, b*tch, i know my crew hot
police wanna k!ll us, mad as h*ll we won’t move out
naw, you ain’t my mans, you weren’t with us in them shootouts
i’m lookin’ for a prostitute right now, i’m a ho scout
i’ma put that game on that b*tch then i’ma roll out
i’ll smack a sneak disser, you don’t really know me, n*gga
your favorite rapper love to cop pleas, he ain’t no street n*gga
raised around them real k!llers, ain’t no honorin’ the weak, n*gga
you sn*tched a chain, you die right now, n*gga, not next week, n*gga (ayy)

[chorus]
i catch flights, i don’t catch feelings, n*gga
i catch flights, i don’t catch feelings, n*gga
i catch flights, i don’t catch feelings, n*gga
fake rapper, real n*gga
fake rapper, real n*gga
fake rapper, real n*gga
[verse 2]
n*gga, i got jet lag, sick as h*ll off that plane
n*gga out just broke as h*ll, n*gga, i lost everything
been around you weird*ass rappers, y’all can keep that fame
i’m tryna rap, but unc’ tryna hit me with that cocaine
yeah, b*tch, i’m bandgang, yeah, b*tch, i’m shredgang
and yeah, b*tch, that same thing, y’all can stop askin’ me the same thing
n*gga, f*ck some metaphors, y’all don’t really know what my life like
i can tell your ass a metaphor, these pills look like mike and ikes
see poody made a half*a*mil’, boy, i touched the cheese first
bro made me my own boss, taught me ’bout that teamwork
this streets sh*t gettin’ deep, n*gga, woo, ain’t no more worth
let a n*gga find out you got a lil’ somethin’ and you gettin’ murked
i don’t need no cali plug, n*gga, where the crooked doctors?
i don’t need no bodyguard, n*gga, just a couple choppers
i can f*ck your baby mama, ooh, and your real mama
quick to cut a b*tch off, huh, i ain’t with the drama
came from the bottom, now my bank account got a couple commas
you ain’t from detroit, p*ssy n*gga, if you don’t know ’bout us, ayy

- bandgang lonnie bands lyrics

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