Riley Yantra - Fake Tendencies

She wanna roll
With a real nigga like me
But I can't fuck with bitches that just
Fake they tendencies
And do the most
Trynna get my attention from me
But let me tell you baby
True beauty don't gotta...
She wanna roll
With a real nigga like me
But I can't fuck with bitches that just
Fake they tendencies
And do the most
Trynna get my attention from me
But let me tell you baby
True beauty don't gotta...

I fell in love (Uh)
I fell in love (Uh)
You off the drink
I'm off the drugs (Uh)
I mixed the purple
Made it pink
Color of love huh
I'm smoking blunts
But I cannot pick up that cup
Lately I been on the run
But that shit just get so old
Fuckin' with these hoes
Up on my phone
I feel alone
Said I need love
Or you could just leave me lone
I been to the future
I can tell you what it holds
Bank roll
Bad hoes
All of that shade
Fast cars
Laugh hard
Doin' my thang
Bank roll
Bad hoes
All of that shade
Fast cars
Laugh hard
Doin' my thang

She wanna roll
With a real nigga like me
But I can't fuck with bitches that just
Fake they tendencies
And do the most
Trynna get my attention from me
But let me tell you baby
True beauty don't gotta...
She wanna roll
With a real nigga like me
But I can't fuck with bitches that just
Fake they tendencies
And do the most
Trynna get my attention from me
But let me tell you baby
True beauty don't gotta...

(Aye)
Rat!
Op!!
That nigga uh bitch
You can see it in his eyes
This not the life he wanna live
I can't tell you what it was
But I can tell you what it is
I need some dope weed
For this spliff
I need some bad hoes
From the 6
Cuz imma shooter
I shoot my shot
Just like I'm a hooper
Choose her
Fuck with that bitch
Then I gotta lose her
I can't keep a bitch
Because she assume all the worst
Twistin all my words
Always on my nerves
But fuck that get a check
I told y'all all my niggas set
Finna put some ice up on they neck
They put this S up on my chest
You see me
Coolin' with that bitch
No strings attached like mega man
That shordy take me out to dinner
Wanna fuck cuz she a fan

(She wanna roll)
(With a real nigga like me)
(But I can't fuck)
(With bitches that just fake they tendencies)
(And do the most)
(Trynna get my attention from me)
(But let me tell you baby)
(True beauty don't gotta...)
She wanna roll
With a real nigga like me
But I can't fuck with bitches that just
Fake they tendencies
And do the most
Trynna get my attention from me
But let me tell you baby
True beauty don't gotta...
She wanna roll
With a real nigga like me
But I can't fuck with bitches that just
Fake they tendencies
And do the most
Trynna get my attention from me
But let me tell you baby
True beauty don't gotta...

Written by:
Joshua Johnson

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