Baby Tate - Fake af lyrics
[Baby Tate - Fake af lyrics]
Everything on me fake yuh
Everything on me fake yuh
Everything on me fake yuh
Everything on me fake
Everything on me fake
But I’m still the realest bitch in the room
(I’m still the realest bitch
Everything on me fake (you know it)
But I’m still the realest bitch in the room
(I’m still the realest bitch
My Gucci fake, my Louis fake
My Fendi fake, I definitely ain’t
My Gucci fake, my Louis fake
My Fendi fake, I definitely ain’t
I bought my Gucci, from this boutique
Not spending 2 G’s, on no 2 piece
And plus I like the way
It’s gripping on my booty
All my hair it’s fake as hell
Down to my knees like can’t you tell
Bling on my ring it’s fake as well
My whole finger fake to the nail
Wanna fake fake shit, take this belt
Bet you can’t take me im too real
I never sold my soul for a bill
Gold on me fake all the way to my grills
But I’m still smiling, and it’s a knockoff
But I’m still buying, I took my top off
They say I’m wildin, but I’m styling
You ain’t gotta ask cuz you know what I’m in
Everything on me fake
But I’m still the realest bitch in the room
(I’m still the realest bitch
Everything on me fake (you know it)
But I’m still the realest bitch in the room
(I’m still the realest bitch
My Gucci fake (it’s fake)
M Louis fake (it’s fake it’s fake)
My Fendi fake (yea it’s fake)
I definitely ain’t (but I ain’t)
My Gucci fake (yea it’s fake)
My Louis fake (definitely fake)
My Fendi fake (yup that’s fake)
I definitely ain’t (I definitely ain’t)
Everything on me fake yuh
Everything on me fake yuh
Everything on me fake
Everything on me fake
But I’m still the realest bitch in the room
(I’m still the realest bitch
Everything on me fake (you know it)
But I’m still the realest bitch in the room
(I’m still the realest bitch
My Gucci fake, my Louis fake
My Fendi fake, I definitely ain’t
My Gucci fake, my Louis fake
My Fendi fake, I definitely ain’t
I bought my Gucci, from this boutique
Not spending 2 G’s, on no 2 piece
And plus I like the way
It’s gripping on my booty
All my hair it’s fake as hell
Down to my knees like can’t you tell
Bling on my ring it’s fake as well
My whole finger fake to the nail
Wanna fake fake shit, take this belt
Bet you can’t take me im too real
I never sold my soul for a bill
Gold on me fake all the way to my grills
But I’m still smiling, and it’s a knockoff
But I’m still buying, I took my top off
They say I’m wildin, but I’m styling
You ain’t gotta ask cuz you know what I’m in
Everything on me fake
But I’m still the realest bitch in the room
(I’m still the realest bitch
Everything on me fake (you know it)
But I’m still the realest bitch in the room
(I’m still the realest bitch
My Gucci fake (it’s fake)
M Louis fake (it’s fake it’s fake)
My Fendi fake (yea it’s fake)
I definitely ain’t (but I ain’t)
My Gucci fake (yea it’s fake)
My Louis fake (definitely fake)
My Fendi fake (yup that’s fake)
I definitely ain’t (I definitely ain’t)