Fake Niggas

Juaino
Indian Naija Number One producer
Dope one
HOOK: BritcheN
Tell the fake niggas I say we’re coming
Cos they keep calling us upcoming
But we drop it like suicide bombing
Now what you gonna do oooh
Verse 1: BritcheN
Keep it
Outta my mind, Silly
And I’ve been rapping but you ain’t got the vibe. Really?
Would it be bothering if I really would hit the ceiling?
Motherfucker that’s what you are, I think its best you believe
The motherfucker of a motherfucker is a motherfucker no matter
How you try to paint that shit to be clean
They never made you listen
My shit it bound to repeat
It’s like its pulling off ur skin
Krrrhh
Rip it
The grim reaper
The beat killer
He spits iller
And I’m playing with your balls, call me Serena
This is your game of war? Bitch its my arena
And if its a bottle fight, I’m a bar tender
You better show respect on a deck
Pulling off my spec stay erect
Else I’m pulling off ur shirt
Bitch I made my fleck
If you misdirected you could really know
That the shit I’m giving yo'
Would have been a better half if its Phyno
If ye know
I be the rap orismos and this be the space I’m filling oh
I’m taking Miss Jean, don’t give a fuck where Billy goes
Taking me for a wackS?
Bitch really?
Mehn I be the one that you gat
You bat
You ain’t got no brother in fact
When I put the beat on a beat down
You know with the fact that I gat to slam
Mehn, you fuckers better watch your back
Cos I’m coming with the storm and it don’t matter
If you got your eyes at the back of your head or your ass
Ugh (pop it up boy)
You bitch ass niggas telling me shit
Bitch you fake
Fake ass bitch
You ain’t gat shit on me
It’s britchen fuckers
Paddoorise, get them!
Verse 2: Paddoorise
Bet me I will turn your bitch to a widow/
Fake ass in a new moon/dido, kido
Huh What you gonna do motherfucking dumb dude’s/
Stab you With a rap verse now y’all confused/
Fake ass you know what am gonna do/
Fuck u/
I got my own group With my rap rules/
From the bottom growth from the grassroot’s/
Mo deja abori mo de n fori labu/
Am in mood, I run my hood/
Time to bomb your hood, what you gonna do/
Moti expload mr jumbu/
Ele ri mi mu, I no bi Babu/
Mi o n se ola tabi Remi/ e bemi
Fake niggas you hear mi?
Don’t dare mi/
Fuck with me sucide boomb I heard enough/
You flop/
You bluff/
We here, we top, take the store
We start the war, you want the war/
We give you war/
We Whip your head/
You wack in sex and you wack rap
What you really good at?
I really top the chart/
I can borrow you little swagg/
Bring your crew along man/
We here getting large/
Stop playing shit around/
GME we make the terms/
Single bullet get you down
Fold your raps in my palm
Ati de and we bam
We hot can’t be camp/
Suicide bomb this alarm
HOOK: BritcheN
Tell the fake niggas I say we’re coming
Cos they keep calling us upcoming
But we drop it like suicide bombing
Now what you gonna do oooh