Well$ - Faux Gold lyrics
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(Verse)
Dudes swear they flexin' till they learn they lesson
Constant jury go on yo fake ass necklace
What you callin' thrill nigga, we call reckless
If you bring that shit right here, you get disrespected
I don't care, I eat corny muthafuckas up fo' breakfast
It's you, bitch you with and every nigga on yo guest list
Down boy, broke boy, leave that mon' shit alone, boy
Must be sniffin' that coke, boy
That's a 300, not a Rolls Royce
We in person, you sound nervous
You ain't eatin', you mad nursed
Pussy moist, pop is heavy
You ain't ready, you couch surfin'
These niggas ain't flexin' reals
These niggas ain't gettin' no mail
No bricks, no digital scale
No dope and no piff for sale
What the fuck are you flexin' fo'?
Wait, here's a suggestion, yo
Take a .9, put it to yo mind
Pull the trigger, don't let it go
