Skippyboi - Fake Love

Shawty by my side I don't really fucking blow
All those shots like golf I am yelling fore
When I put you in the Benz I let the blood flow
When I put you in distress you ain't gonna know
Yeah
I just pulled up in a Beemer
Homies by my side catch you out like a femur
And they don't really mean much
Every time I come around they call me a dreamer
Yeah a dreamer I just set a goal too
Racks on me yeah I gotta dispose too
Don't let me hear it I don't even know you
Don't want you coming around saying like I told you
Like I told you you don't deserve it
I do the hard work you just oppose it
You a poser every time I walk by
Lights on me shining like I be fucking fly
Yeah
You dont even know boo
Might fuck around I don't even know you
First class yeah catch a flight to peru
X-ray baby I just saw through you
Yeah
All my homies by my side
South Delhi where we at
Repping all sides
Now I got you in a verse
Look back at me now you just look worse
Yeah
Now you just look worse
I just spilled ciroc all on your purse
But baby don't panic
She said I been in Madrid but I don't speak Spanish
Yeah Spanish I still make you crazy tho
Late night texts got me feeling kind of low
She a busy body she don't even gotta know
She a busy body
Yeah
Shawty by my side I don't really fucking blow
All those shots like golf I be yelling fore
When I put you in the Benz I let the blood flow
When I put you in distress you ain't gonna know
Yeah
I just pulled up in a Beemer
Homies by my side catch you out like a femur
And they don't really mean much
Every time I come around they call me a dreamer

Written by:
Aarjav Mehendiratta

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