No Fakin Lyrics – Baby Smoove

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[Intro]
I’m fu*king rich, I’m a young businessman
B!tch, I’m in the trap house, we gon’ make a—
(Say that again, I’m going)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Your b!tch got fu*ked, wa-wa-wa
Your mans got smoked, wa-wa-wa
Your pint got sipped, wa-wa-wa
Your b!tch got fu*ked, wa-wa-wa
Your mans got killed, wa-wa-wa
Your pint got sipped, wa-wa-wa
Oh s*it, oh my god

Oh my god, I’m so fu*king rich, oh my god

[Chorus]
I done gave, mm
I done gave these n!ggas a name with they style and what they claim
Who is you? What I say go around this b!tch, ain’t nothing changed
Let me tell you, n!gga couldn’t pour no juice, that’s it, won’t buy no drank, mhm
Broke ass stay with green, that n!gga defend the bank, mm
These n!ggas ain’t got no money, it just be me inside the bank
Scuffed my Rick Owens, sky is sunny, I might not smile ’cause I ain’t fake
Told my lil’ ho you slipping on yo’ s*it, she might just take your place, mm

[Verse 1]
I said she want your place, wonder what she’ll do just for your spot
It’s hard to choose, all these hoes in here on nuts, they want the cock
They say I’m rude, all these hoes in line, but my b!tch at the top
Don’t get confused, none of these n!ggas gangsta, most of these n!ggas cops
They sit and gossip ’bout what they gon’ do, let me tell you, I think not
My lil’ s*it wanna fu*k all the time, she say I hit the spot
Grab my green soda, I don’t even gotta measure, full pint into the pop
Know I’m the one, take a look at my wrist, every day a different watch, mhm
(??) punishment, no makeup, she so bad
But sometimes you gotta let the lil’ b!tch go, that’s a headache you will have
I’m in the club, ’boutta let this s*it go, she climb that pole so fast, hm
I don’t know, that s*it out my control, so all my hoes gon’ brag, hm

These hoes that think they in control is not gon’ start no fam’, mhm
My favorite ho from overseas right now, she fine and dandy
For some reason, she don’t wanna sleep with no clothes on, not even no panties
I thank God for every scammer, every day they came in handy

[Refrain]
Your b!tch got fu*ked, wa-wa-wa
Your mans got killed, wa-wa-wa
Your friend got sent, wa-wa-wa
Your b!tch got fu*ked, wa-wa-wa
Your mans got smoked, wa-wa-wa
Your friend got sent, wa-wa-wa

[Chorus]
I done gave, mm
I done gave these n!ggas a name with they style and what they claim
Who is you? What I say go around this b!tch, ain’t nothing changed
Let me tell you, n!gga couldn’t pour no juice, that’s it, won’t buy no drank, mhm
Broke ass stay with green, that n!gga defend the bank, mm
These n!ggas ain’t got no money, it just be me inside the bank
Scuffed my Rick Owens, sky is sunny, I might not smile ’cause I ain’t fake
Told my lil’ ho you slipping on yo’ s*it, she might just take your place, mm

[Verse 2]
My pop full of Quagen, when I mix red and I mix Wock’, hm
I miss when cousin P done called for drank when he run out, hm
I still got the Tris pint, he was sipping this at the house, hm
You could ask the streets the results of playing this s*it, come find out, hm
I can’t even let n!ggas know I feel some way, they stay in the house, hm
You can’t even let n!ggas know ’bout demonstrate, they’ll turn to mouse, hm
He making pape, it never be no chase, I found the route
He making pape, I just ran up a safe, my watch a house
This b!tch a ten, that smell made her a zero without a doubt, hm
My body full of diamonds, that piece on me, it bling-blaow
I think I know it all, except for how to be a bum, I don’t know how
Right hand to God, if I stand on all my money, I’ll dunk on y’all

[Refrain]
Your b!tch got fu*ked, wa-wa-wa
Your mans got killed, wa-wa-wa
Your pint got sipped, wa-wa-wa
Your b!tch got fu*ked, wa-wa-wa
Your mans got smoked, wa-wa-wa
Your pint got sipped, wa-wa-wa

[Outro]
Some s*it I can’t tell you
Oh my god
I done gave these n!ggas a name with they style and what they claim