D Lo Fake Shit Lyrics

France, same lost thing but I dig no names
Games over no flip, wait hold up call singer fake shit
That eigty boys get it pop it like the Z
Been now flake beeing in town, type it too clean while you deeping in the groun
Depside, you get a bullet on you no sound
Niggas in the filed still pinching over them
Roll original when the town drow down
Bet you on some ordinary rules right now
No one assit gotta keep your head down
And if you want a king, I am a king don't come around
When I ball both hands I touch it down
Know it's turned up I had to turn you way around
In eighties started from the bottom, from the ground
Came on every track start bussing all around

Say I buss yeah let me tell you about these niggas
Let me tell you 'bout these niggas
Let me tell you 'bout these niggas
Let me tell you 'bout these niggas
Twenty four hours and a day
No time for that fake shit
And I don't know how I'll be patient
No time for that fake shit
No time for that fake shit
No time for that fake shit
No time for that fake shit
No time for that fake shit
No time for that fake shit

They say you happy that you made it ha?
But you can barely fake it
He been see, hate to spend some time
Then he say he just playing ha?
He was, he was mad, we was younger and tough
And all of they were afraid of us
Like we love all we gotta watch it, suckers
And like my west side, clock it nigga
Lying on daily we'll be hanging with it
In the same people they got same dealin
I'm always down for an exercise
Cut 'em off if they soft, I can exorcism
Check you reserved, yeah you always never scared
I'm a legend looking bitches yeah imagine that
Try to hit my fame I deal yours
Kill you, guns true bitch I've been I barely more

let me tell you about these niggas
Let me tell you 'bout these niggas
Let me tell you 'bout these niggas
Let me tell you 'bout these niggas
Twenty four hours and a day
No time for that fake shit
And I don't know how I'll be patient
No time for that fake shit
No time for that fake shit
No time for that fake shit
No time for that fake shit
No time for that fake shit
No time for that fake shit

My mama laugh when I was young
Pops was always in a bead
When I was that's when I pick up that beat
Meet that hit song, boy, that change my life
Now I got bangs like tyrant, and giving bitches the pie
And if it's problems, he know right what I'm at nigga
Test me so I can test his grand new map nigga
Bitch set me up but I hit 'em
I think he lose my pie
Round, around the time to keep my niggas ass
I'm doing me baby no masturbation
Killing a pussy statement they like I'm jaze
In the sun I gotta hit a lynch
So it's my finger boy don't get the trip
And I know this click is longer that you expected, dog
Caught that ass sleeping, linking like a naked whore
Fake nigga I won't fuck with snakes
I ain't J. know you your bitch pussy ain't even in sail
Like fake dog, man

let me tell you about these niggas
Let me tell you 'bout these niggas
Let me tell you 'bout these niggas
Let me tell you 'bout these niggas
Twenty four hours in a day
No time for that fake shit
And I don't know how I'll be patient
No time for that fake shit
No time for that fake shit
No time for that fake shit
No time for that fake shit
No time for that fake shit
No time for that fake shit