Doctor Scott - Fibs

These hoes be smelling like the barrio
These rappers be smelling like fibs
These hoes be smelling like the barrio
These rappers be smelling like fibs

Yo
Rappers be smelling like the fibs they tell
Full of shit with they fake ass accomplishments
Hell naw you ain't sell that many records out of your trunk
I don't give half a fuck about your fake ass Spotify numbers
That's not how you bought that chain
You been living with mom and dad doing they laundry
KD's mom ain't got nothing on the real MVP
Which is the CPU that you use to regenerate hits, plays and views
I can't excuse it
Y'all motherfuckers try so hard to make hit records
And then come up with excuses as to why that shit ain't go down

These hoes be smelling like the barrio
These rappers be smelling like fibs
These hoes be smelling like the barrio (The fucking barrio)
These rappers be smelling like fibs

Yo
Y'all smell like fibs
Why? Because you lie
Year-round, July to July (Fibbies)
Look in my motherfucking eye

You see, your insecurities are a reflection of the impurity of your soul
But rock & roll wasn't built on fictional shows, burner accounts and blow-up dolls
Modern day poets would rather pat themselves on the back
Than collect actual dap

These hoes be smelling like the barrio
These rappers be smelling like fibs
These hoes be smelling like the barrio
These rappers be smelling like fibs
These hoes be smelling like the barrio
These rappers be smelling like fibs
These hoes be smelling like the barrio
These rappers be smelling like fibs

Written by:
Scott Winter

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