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I can sense the fake from a distance
 She steady blowing up my phone I'm like who is this
 Niggas tryna get a piece of my bidness
 You need to stay up out my mothafucking bidness
 (Woah Woah)
 I can sense the fake from a distance
 She steady blowing up my phone I'm like who is this
 Niggas tryna get a piece of my bidness
 You need to stay up out my mothafucking bidness
 Niggas asking me what happened to the last one
 You'll be the last one I'm running when the cash come
 I gave em PTSD I guess I passed em
 We talking attitudes a nigga got a bad one
 We talking bitches then ya know I keep a bad one
 I'm too playa to be worried bout a past one
 I'm dressing I'm pulling I'm killing fashion
 I'm dibbin dabbin causing havoc guess I'm spazzing
 I'm in Manhattan talking shit about the traffic
 Tryna get to 46th I got a bag there
 Circumsizse the whip I drop the top and let the gas run
 Lets make one thing clear they fw me go head and ask em Lil nigga
 I can sense the fake from a distance
 She steady blowing up my phone I'm like who is this
 Niggas tryna get a piece of my bidness
 You need to stay up out my mothafucking bidness
 (Woah Woah)
 I can sense the fake from a distance
 She steady blowing up my phone I'm like who is this
 Niggas tryna get a piece of my bidness
 You need to stay up out my mothafucking bidness
 We gone ball like CP3
 We gone eat like EBT
 If my stories ever told couldn't nobody fw me
 I wanna life of luxury
 I wanna ride with buckets
 Fuck up the tires on the street
 I got that fire to the T
 In elementary I was bad nigga
 I sat by myself in class nigga
 If ya know me then ya know I ain't lying
 I wasn't even in the class picture
 When niggas was trapping off Motorola
 And pouring mud in a dirty soda
 I was only in the first grade
 With the worst ways
 Guess it made me colder
 Steady listening to carter 2
 CD player... portable
 I can see you got no heart in you
 You a scary nigga it's apart of you
 I embarrass niggas Ima animal
 Blowing big herb it's medicinal
 Don't fw me or my decimals (NO)
 I'm bout my gwalla I'm professional (YUH)
 I can sense the fake from a distance
 She steady blowing up my phone I'm like who is this
 Niggas tryna get a piece of my bidness
 You need to stay up out my mothafucking bidness
 (Woah Woah)
 I can sense the fake from a distance
 She steady blowing up my phone I'm like who is this
 Niggas tryna get a piece of my bidness
 You need to stay up out my mothafucking bidness

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03:01
Tempo
81 BPM

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