Lil Kee, 42 Dugg — Fake Shit

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[Intro: Lil Kee]
Mmm
Mmm
Ah, ah
What’s happenin’, Chi Chi?

[Chorus: Lil Kee]
I ain’t on no fake shit (Uh, uh)
You get shot up on yo’ face, bitch (Uh, uh)
Push up on Lil Kee (Uh, uh), Lil Kee gon’ get your ass from [?] (Uh, uh), mmm (Baow, get yo’ ass)
Know we quick to take shit, mmm (Mmm)
Know we quick to face shit
Make hits, take shit
Know we quick to blick shit (Let’s go)
I remember past that [?], we shoot up in that [?], bitch
Keep ridin’ in that Hemi, I can’t believe, dawg, get the fuck out yo’ feelings (Get the fuck out yo’ feelings)
Can put up for my mama, think I got me a milli’ (Got me a mil’)

[Verse 1: Lil Kee]
I’m talkin’ every single dollar I can take off my children (I can take off my children)
Get the fuck out yo’ feelings
Prolly say that I’m trippin’ (Ah)
I do a lot of drugs, but I don’t really be sicker (Ah)
Ain’t four pockets full, but my pockets a lil’ diffеrent (A lil’ different)
If I gavе you all my heart, [?] could you dawg me, nigga?
‘Fore I go out like [?] got my hand on the trigger (My hand on my guap)
If I put everything, could you see the bigger picture?
And I don’t ever [?], so show love to all my niggas
I do Percocets and Xan, ‘nother drug on my liquor (Uh, uh)
If you gon’ turn (Uh, uh), go back and back for every one of your digits (Uh, uh)
I used to lurk for every bag (Uh, uh) on every one of them missions (Uh, uh)
LIl’ bitch, come get your issue (Uh, uh)

[Chorus: Lil Kee, Lil Kee & 42 Dugg]
I ain’t on no fake shit (Uh, uh)
You get shot up on yo’ face, bitch (Uh, uh)
Push up on Lil Kee (Uh, uh), Lil Kee gon’ get your ass from [?] (Uh, uh), mmm (Baow)
Know we quick to take shit, mmm (Take)
Know we quick to face shit
Make hits, take shit
Know we quick to blick shit
I remember past that [?], we shoot up in that [?], bitch
Keep ridin’ in that Hemi, I can’t believe, dawg, get the fuck out yo’ feelings
Can put up for my mama, think I got me a milli’

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg & Lil Kee]
Goin’ back and forth about mine, try to show how I’m different
Caught me slippin’ back on Cali’, I been thuggin’ since then, mmm

What she say? Prolly say she wanna fuck the lil’ Benz, mmm
That’s when that quarter million ‘Cat, I get on all of my niggas
Why the fuck you touchin’ me? You just a quarter of my nigga
Now we don’t fall about bitches
I blow that trap, on the sound, though, mmm
She keep on Cs if she fine, bro, ooh
Three hundred [?] on the news
Bitch, I’m thug, go get in tune
Five-fity when I vroom, no cap, G-Wagen
I don’t want no fake bitch, hatin’ bitch, know we quick to rape shit
Bae, who with you [?] ’bout that day know we’ll take shit (Uh, uh)

[Chorus: Lil Kee & 42 Dugg]
I ain’t on no fake shit (Uh, huh, uh)
You get shot up on yo’ face, bitch (Uh, uh)
Push up on Lil Kee (Uh, uh), Lil Kee gon’ get your ass from [?] (Uh, uh), mmm
Know we quick to take shit, mmm
Know we quick to face shit (Let’s go)
Make hits, take shit
Know we quick to blick shit
I remember past that [?], we shoot up in that [?], bitch
Keep ridin’ in that Hemi, I can’t believe, dawg, get the fuck out yo’ feelings

[Outro: Lil Kee]
Think I got it all
Think I got everything
[?] gang
Spin your block like a hurricane
Uh, uh, uh, uh, take shit
Uh, uh, uh, uh, I was doin’ main hit
Uh, uh, uh, uh, boy, you know I rape shit
What’s up on that stupid nigga? Yeah, that’s my [?], ah (*laughing*)
That’s my [?], damn (*laughing*)
A nigga get— (Ayy)

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