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Amillz - Fake Love Lyrics

Spit it slow, there we go
Beat is on that scary flow
Not even speedin, getting tickets like I'm stubbing toes
Get it cuz a stub like i'm bathin in this paper
Ya girl in my room but Jesus can't even save her
She like ooo I like this baby tell me what's the flavor
I tell her AMillz barbeque you the 8 ball I'm the player (ah)
She loading up that game and she sending up a prayer
Cuz I need a reason ain't no treason, never gon betrayer (ah)
Gotta heat it up no degrees college cooking
Lookin for the one like I'm right here for the bookin
Star of my cast and I ain't even put a hook in
Cat call a bitch but she ain't even looking
All she see is bank account all she see is bank amount
Pull the page source I say baby there is no amount
What is this a prank you found shit ima leave you now
I keep my money safe and I always keep her outta town
Listen you should know like I've always been around
And my bank keep quiet cuz I always shut my mouth
I ain't gonna risk it for no fucking biscuit
When I already got the bread and I got no time to visit
I think I might've missed it
The part where i been winning
Lately I been losing
So maybe i should be singing
She tell me to my face that she's only in it for the sauce
I said baby you just tired and stuck in the exhaust
Tell me what's the cost before you leave me tossed
All these bitches leavin then they dunno what they lost (ah)
That's just how it be
That's just how it go
You wanna take a hike
That Drew Brees I let go