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Lord Divine - Nigahz Fake lyrics

Artist: Lord Divine

album: Nigahz Fake


Yea I'm tired of all these fake ass,
Frontin' ass, fuck boy ass niggas man
It's time to put these niggas in they place man
Lord Divine let's go!
These niggas fake all these niggas fake
Make a lil' money now they all up in your face
Tryin' to get your riches, they seen all your pictures
Poppin' them bottles I'm a million dollar nigga AYE!
These niggas fake all these niggas fake
Make a lil' money now they all up in your face
Tryin' to get your riches, they seen all your pictures
Poppin' them bottles I'm a million dollar nigga AYE!
These niggas hating (hating), outside the club they waitin'(waitin)
They wanna rob me for my jewels
They wanna try my patience (my patience)
But I'm erasin' (erasin) and sending niggas straight to Satan (satan)
With no probation they hell bound
I hit these niggas wit 100 rounds
No smiles now
Boom, boom, boom
I laid them down
I'mma Bronx nigga til the death of me (death of me)
Street nigga no Sesame (Sesame)
Keep the 4-5 right next to me
Pop a nigga if he test me
Then I ride out to the hideout
Wit a bad bitch wanna wild out
I'm a beast nigga I know it (know it)
Ya baby momma is in my sauna
Yea nigga I'm wit the drama and the homa
Infrared beam on the llama
Bulletproof car like Obama
Fuck the karma
Hit that nigga while he wit his kids?
Nah man I may let him live
Walked up in the club
Shook hands wit thugs
Got bodies under my belt and I ain't need no help
But don't make me call Cease
Y'all niggas know what it be's
Murder, murder, murder if ya niggas fuck wit me AYE!
I'm in the club everybody show me love
Them niggas over there mad man but I don't give a fuck nigga
I'm doing me 100 bands on me
I make it rain in this bitch like my name is Big Meech
We here 4 cars deep in case niggas want beef
I still follow by the laws that apply to these streets
Niggas watching my gram but really not my fans
A nigga blow your brains out the first chance he can
So I keep the hollows in the F and N
For fake niggas and fake friends
The ones that got that mask on
Ready to get my blast on
And sing this nigga his last song
Hit him in his head his mask gone
That money that you took ain't last long
So now you in the grave where you belong
These niggas fake all you niggas fake
Make a lil' money now they all up in your face
Tryin' to get your riches, they seen all your pictures
Poppin' them bottles I'm a million dollar nigga WOAH!
These niggas fake all these niggas fake
Make a lil' money now they all up in your face
Tryin' to get your riches, they seen all your pictures
Poppin' them bottles I'm a million dollar nigga AYE!
These niggas fake all these niggas fake
Make a lil' money now they all up in your face
Tryin' to get your riches, they seen all your pictures
Poppin' them bottles I'm a million dollar nigga AYE!
Yea no more fake shit
We gon keep it real
No more fake shit
Always keep it real
No more fake shit
Keep it real
No more fake shit
Keep it real
No more fake shit
Keep it real
No more fake shit
No more fake shit
Yea
No more fake shit
Yea
No more fake shit
Yea
Yea

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