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Nigga like me smoke weed er'day Nigga like me high all the time Shut the fuck man It's Taylor's! Ugh One shot, one kill, what the deal? Learners from my OG, shit is real Made niggas, paid niggas all around One phone call, brr, it's going down Clique full of psychos, goon in some tight clothes Need my paper straight, no typos Right flows, but really I don't write I'm in the studio all night Make sure the shit you call a dream is what I really call my life From my city, Harlem Nights, you niggas silly, this the 'burg Not Philly, shout to those niggas though that wheelie on them bikes These niggas fans, they just sit in Talk about plans they ain't been in Even rock brands they don't fit in Ain't got to go to France, spend a hunid bands Gotta understand, damn! I can't stand fake niggas I can't stand fake niggas I can't stand fake niggas (They shouldn't be talkin' bout that shit they got) Letras de canciones(They ain't got that shit) I can't stand fake niggas Walk it how I talk it, if I roll it, I'mma spark it If she bad, I tell her park it, I may hit it like a target Oh shit! He blowing up your phone again Must we let him know, you ain't coming home again? Leave that man alone, could be doing better Do it on your own, could be on a jet, flyin' round the globe Baby we gonna smoke the o-zone Burnin' kush till her ass gone Cellphone by the remote control When your girlfriends call, they just get the dial tone Paper wild long Try to draw the line between personal and business But these niggas in their feelings like bitches Mobbing through the trenches, always on a mission Rules to the game, start a competition Khalifa Kush keep me high, the world wanna speak Broke and jail, two things I don't wanna be You talk tough, but your click is nervous Wash 'em up, get that quick detergent Then we done with 'em There's gotta be somebody to blame It's a shame, shame, shame I can't stand fake niggas I can't stand fake niggas (Uuuu) I can't stand fake niggas (What? What?) I can't stand fake niggas I can't stand fake niggas (Hey) Fake ass, niggas, shit Dawg, damn, woah 28 Grams, 28, and a bag in my hand God, Damn! Ho Hahahahaha Pull up, pull up, pull up Man when my hair get long you niggas in trouble Just warning you now From Letras Mania