Kadeem the Dream - Love No Hater

Niggas hit you with that fake love
I don't wanna hate
Don't let em getting me in
Just keep it real and chase a bag
Try to hit you with that fake love
Gotta keep a strap
You told a nigga if he acting up, he ain't coming back
Try to hit you with that fake love
Yeah you know what's up
She get dirty for that action, got that dirty double cup
Yeah she hit you with that fake love
Yeah she know the rep
She telling a nigga that she love him
But you know that it's a trap
Yeah she hit me with the fake love...
Tell me I ain't really real
I just made me a mill
Know exactly what to do
Tell me how you really feel
All these niggas know the deal
All these niggas stay still
Wave train they ride yeah
Showtime showtime (Cody)
My niggas jump from the lottery
Diamonds they glisten they shine on me
Shorty she suck me so sloppily
Get to the money monopoly
Yeah you pay me to land on my property
She wanna lend me a lot of me
Niggas they hating they plot on me
Shutup lil nigga don't bother me
Shutup lil nigga don't bother
Fuck on your mother your daughter
The brain yeah it's making me smarter
Pictures of me in the locker (whoa)
She wanna kick it like soccer
Calling me babe wanna dodge her
Post on the gram had to block her
She hitting me up had to drop her
She checking me up like the doctor
Wanna be me I can't stop her
I'm running the game like a rocker
Bringing her friends they some flockers
Niggas hit you with that fake love
I don't wanna hate
Don't let em getting me in
Just keep it real and chase a bag
Try to hit you with that fake love
Gotta keep a strap
You told a nigga if he acting up he ain't coming back
Try to hit you with that fake love
Moonwalk, cheesecake
Pussy boy too soft for me these days
Whole team get the bag like a relay
Tryna leave up in the jag tryna speed race
Got the beam with it tagged and it meet face
Finna sleep through the night never see grace
Fresh prince bring it back like it's zee-pay
Fresh teeth that's the ice on me these days
I am a little too modest
We gonna get out of pocket
We getting high that's a pot hit
Dropping the number I cop it
Niggas keeping playing my shit
Singing along and they vibing
Wearing the 'preme and givenchy
Niggas they ready to cop it

Written by:
Kadeem Roberts

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