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lirik lagu fake scammer – ji beats

[intro]
huh? what? nah n*ggas capped out. n*ggas talk a bunch of sh*t that they ain’t ever did. n*ggas say this, say they did that, say they bought this, sayin’ they buying this, saying they going this place, going that place, n*ggas capped out

[verse 1]
i gotta do another verse when i be sw* aw f*ck (hol up, hol up)
i gotta do another verse, i be s* (ight ight ight here we go)
i gotta do another verse
when that b*tch ain’t looking, man i’m going through her purse
lil b*tch said i’m bad, nah b*tch i’m the worst
she said she wish she never met me, she wanna hit reverse
d*mn right lil b*tch, get the f*ck out my life
i got 7.62s, do you wanna keep your life?
& i ain’t gotta worry about missing, i got a red dot sight
& i’m shooting before he reach, i do not play nice
my whole neck is f*cking frozen man this sh*t feel like ice
& i only f*ck with bad hoes, my b*tch like ice spice
& she said can i top you? i’m like b*tch don’t ask twice
cop a 2024 whip, b*tch i just might

[hook]
god d*mn, i remember when they doubted me
now i got so many groupie hoes, they all surrounding me
now i’m smoking like cheech & chong, got a whole pound in me
b*tch do not lay a hand on this fit, learn your boundaries
getting racks everyday, i know my granny proud of me
never grew up with a dad, god d*mn, i’m a b*st*rd
& my b*tch so loyal, she call me her master
b*tch don’t come around the gang, you’ll n*ggas get plastered
why the f*ck would i give handouts? b*tch i never got one
why you flexing with that gl!ck if you know you never shot one
why the f*ck you say you got a foreign if you don’t got one
why the f*ck you say you a scammer? b*tch you are not one
[verse 2]
how the f*ck you claiming all this sh*t that you ain’t ever did
how the f*ck you claim you a man, don’t take care of your kids
n*ggas too capped out, man they shopping at lids
if they ain’t got what i want at saks, i’m throwing a fit
f*ck auntie aj, that n*gga never made a hit
i was out in la when i heard he tryna diss
i was out spending bands, he was taking care of kids
you’ll never come up b*tch, it is what it is
n*ggas gon’ be broke forever & they okay with it
my b*tch bought me a new glock just to play with it
went to the bank pulled out 5 dubs just to lay in it
my n*gga in the kitchen at the stove & he weighing it
feds asking what happened that night, i ain’t saying sh*t
your n*gga going broke off them bills just paying it
hop up in that p*ssy, god d*mn b*tch i be slaying it
i think i wanna stop scamming, i think i’m starting to hate this sh*t
hoe keep starting arguments, i’m starting to hate this b*tch
cooked this beat in five minutes, plate it up, then i ate this b*tch
i think i love my new choppa, i think i wanna date the stick
n*ggas think they competing with me but you ain’t this rich

- ji beats

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