Lil Shine - fake love lyrics
[Lil Shine - fake love lyrics]
(Bi- Bi- Bitch, Phoenix)
I'm 'finna stack this money to the ceiling
I need rubber bands quick to call a quit's
That's where you ain't got no bands
Jig is up, run it up, double cup
Big ole' blunt model bitch, with a big butt
That's my favorite type of stuff
I stay with the cheese
She know I got cheddar i ain't got no heart
But I got Chrome Hearts on my sweater
Like "How you do it?", yea
Bitch I could be better
She stay giving neck, yeah
I call that bitch a header
Sippin', like what the fuck I miss
You got passed 'round like a blunt
But that shit was a myth
I can name 5 motherfuckers off the top
Of my head you was giving top
'cause you ain't got no friends
Get on top and then we smash, love that bitch
You was breaking hearts
We all knew you was a goofy bitch
You was getting fucking with
Text me on some "I love you" shit
Fuck'ing me for following bitches
But you ain't hypocrite?
Yeah, you was hit at school, I know
That's why all yo' friends some hoes
You had me attached
But you was fucking my bros
Damn, that shit is gross
Should've never done the most
'Till I put yo ass on blast
You just got toasted like some toast
Oh wait, look at them toes
Dirty ass said you ain't got hoes
Bitch can bake a whole loaf if
She cut off all her rolls
Wanna get disrespectful
Give a fuck about yo mental
I was finna kill myself 'bout a bitch
I was acting mental
Think I give a fuck 'bout the past
Shit is sentimental
If you wanna go to that level
I'll get confidential
Bitch, if you was a car
You would be a rental
You just fucked my brother
But he used you like utensils
Think it's time to go, go, go, dumbass hoe
You fucking yo' ex, he's a human antelope
Jumping on dick, like you playing jump rope
Using yo throat
Yeah, I just fucked this beat up, huh
I'm the GOAT
(Drank up on yo toes, yea)
(Why she do the most?)
(Why you do the most?)
(Why you do the most?)
(Why you do the most?, yea)
(Got a hunnid in my wallet)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)
That bitch a hoe, we know, now-
(What do you desire?) whoa, yeah, yeah
(Bitch) wanna give you something special
'Give a fuck bout yo' mental
This 58, no rental he didn't know untensil
Having same coincidental
And for me she confidential
Yea, let me check my scheldule
Promise I'll be gentle
(Imma send you, send you a contact)
(If you wanna fuck, then I'm on that)
(Fucking on you but I ain't in tact)
(yeah and I don't)
(Broke ass bitch got no bands, Bitch)
(No bands)
I'm 'finna stack this money to the ceiling
I need rubber bands quick to call a quit's
That's where you ain't got no bands
Jig is up, run it up, double cup
Big ole' blunt model bitch, with a big butt
That's my favorite type of stuff
I stay with the cheese
She know I got cheddar i ain't got no heart
But I got Chrome Hearts on my sweater
Like "How you do it?", yea
Bitch I could be better
She stay giving neck, yeah
I call that bitch a header
Sippin', like what the fuck I miss
You got passed 'round like a blunt
But that shit was a myth
I can name 5 motherfuckers off the top
Of my head you was giving top
'cause you ain't got no friends
Get on top and then we smash, love that bitch
You was breaking hearts
We all knew you was a goofy bitch
You was getting fucking with
Text me on some "I love you" shit
Fuck'ing me for following bitches
But you ain't hypocrite?
Yeah, you was hit at school, I know
That's why all yo' friends some hoes
You had me attached
But you was fucking my bros
Damn, that shit is gross
Should've never done the most
'Till I put yo ass on blast
You just got toasted like some toast
Oh wait, look at them toes
Dirty ass said you ain't got hoes
Bitch can bake a whole loaf if
She cut off all her rolls
Wanna get disrespectful
Give a fuck about yo mental
I was finna kill myself 'bout a bitch
I was acting mental
Think I give a fuck 'bout the past
Shit is sentimental
If you wanna go to that level
I'll get confidential
Bitch, if you was a car
You would be a rental
You just fucked my brother
But he used you like utensils
Think it's time to go, go, go, dumbass hoe
You fucking yo' ex, he's a human antelope
Jumping on dick, like you playing jump rope
Using yo throat
Yeah, I just fucked this beat up, huh
I'm the GOAT
(Drank up on yo toes, yea)
(Why she do the most?)
(Why you do the most?)
(Why you do the most?)
(Why you do the most?, yea)
(Got a hunnid in my wallet)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)
That bitch a hoe, we know, now-
(What do you desire?) whoa, yeah, yeah
(Bitch) wanna give you something special
'Give a fuck bout yo' mental
This 58, no rental he didn't know untensil
Having same coincidental
And for me she confidential
Yea, let me check my scheldule
Promise I'll be gentle
(Imma send you, send you a contact)
(If you wanna fuck, then I'm on that)
(Fucking on you but I ain't in tact)
(yeah and I don't)
(Broke ass bitch got no bands, Bitch)
(No bands)