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Cigarra - Fake Lyrics



Cigarra - Fake Lyrics




[ Featuring Ô Sam ]

Baby I like the hip hop
I like to reach top
I like to sound pop
All my rhymes people shop
I Like the soft sex
I don't like this f*ck wex
Just don't try to beat me
Or I will get back here

I don't believe in karma
But you have to take a class
To understand my rhyme
Always like a looping
You are always doing drama
Talking about gucci, prada and dolce gabbana
But when you go home
Well, you have to call your mama

You look a little scared
In your sound yeah
Don't know made yourself
Can't call me, and now
Don't know how to rhyme
Just screaming loud
I can't understand
Why you're so proud yeah

You have to put
A little Rhyme
In your track
Oh, you are so slack
Look this Shit
In your Neck
It don't bright
You can smack all this wall
But you don't know how to talk
Learn how to make a song
Or forgett about it all

I keep running
You're so far Yeah
I have cunning
Like a star Yeah

You keep fake
Not a gangsta Yeah
I Keep Late
But i'm fart Yeah

I keep running
You're so far Yeah
I have cunning
Like a star Yeah

You keep fake
Not a gangsta Yeah
I Keep Late
But i'm fart Yeah

I Keep Late
But i'm fart Yeah

You keep fake
Not a gangsta Yeah

Don't think you're a rockstar yeah

You keep fading
But i'm fart Yeah

Shawty got that booty got that coochie got that gold
All that's missing is a soul, will she find out we don't know
A goddess but not forever one day everyone get old
But that's a long ways to go and I'd like to say hello

'Cause she a vibe, shawty driven she don't drive,
She ain't a star she all five
Got every simp out here trippin, trippin up all over each other to try
To make her notice they alive
She ain't a revolving door, ain't no one telling her bye
She ain't a revolver no
She ain't a six, she a nine

Out of your mind, thinking I'm finna think about your ass all the time
Second-guessing every single decision I made wonderin if it's something you'd like, right
Then when you're bored you just tell me it's over, got me all moping and crying
All over the house while you're out with a guy
From the line of likes of your selfie from last saturday night

You don't want that, neither do I, I don't wanna flip when I see you with guys
Too much pride, between you and I, not a jealous man but you're too fine
Better bet that this verse is true, it's true like every verse I write
If we hook up and I just wanna f*ck well now you know why
But we can still have fun though

I keep running
You're so far Yeah
I have cunning
Like a star Yeah

You keep fake
Not a gangsta Yeah
I Keep Late
But i'm fart Yeah

I keep running
You're so far Yeah
I have cunning
Like a star Yeah

You keep fake
Not a gangsta Yeah
I Keep Late
But i'm fart Yeah

I Keep Late
But i'm fart Yeah

You keep fake
Not a gangsta Yeah

Don't think you're a rockstar yeah

You keep fading
But i'm fart Yeah
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Baby I like the hip hop
I like to reach top
I like to sound pop
All my rhymes people shop
I Like the soft sex
I don't like this f*ck wex
Just don't try to beat me
Or I will get back here

I don't believe in karma
But you have to take a class
To understand my rhyme
Always like a looping
You are always doing drama
Talking about gucci, prada and dolce gabbana
But when you go home
Well, you have to call your mama

You look a little scared
In your sound yeah
Don't know made yourself
Can't call me, and now
Don't know how to rhyme
Just screaming loud
I can't understand
Why you're so proud yeah

You have to put
A little Rhyme
In your track
Oh, you are so slack
Look this Shit
In your Neck
It don't bright
You can smack all this wall
But you don't know how to talk
Learn how to make a song
Or forgett about it all

I keep running
You're so far Yeah
I have cunning
Like a star Yeah

You keep fake
Not a gangsta Yeah
I Keep Late
But i'm fart Yeah

I keep running
You're so far Yeah
I have cunning
Like a star Yeah

You keep fake
Not a gangsta Yeah
I Keep Late
But i'm fart Yeah

I Keep Late
But i'm fart Yeah

You keep fake
Not a gangsta Yeah

Don't think you're a rockstar yeah

You keep fading
But i'm fart Yeah

Shawty got that booty got that coochie got that gold
All that's missing is a soul, will she find out we don't know
A goddess but not forever one day everyone get old
But that's a long ways to go and I'd like to say hello

'Cause she a vibe, shawty driven she don't drive,
She ain't a star she all five
Got every simp out here trippin, trippin up all over each other to try
To make her notice they alive
She ain't a revolving door, ain't no one telling her bye
She ain't a revolver no
She ain't a six, she a nine

Out of your mind, thinking I'm finna think about your ass all the time
Second-guessing every single decision I made wonderin if it's something you'd like, right
Then when you're bored you just tell me it's over, got me all moping and crying
All over the house while you're out with a guy
From the line of likes of your selfie from last saturday night

You don't want that, neither do I, I don't wanna flip when I see you with guys
Too much pride, between you and I, not a jealous man but you're too fine
Better bet that this verse is true, it's true like every verse I write
If we hook up and I just wanna f*ck well now you know why
But we can still have fun though

I keep running
You're so far Yeah
I have cunning
Like a star Yeah

You keep fake
Not a gangsta Yeah
I Keep Late
But i'm fart Yeah

I keep running
You're so far Yeah
I have cunning
Like a star Yeah

You keep fake
Not a gangsta Yeah
I Keep Late
But i'm fart Yeah

I Keep Late
But i'm fart Yeah

You keep fake
Not a gangsta Yeah

Don't think you're a rockstar yeah

You keep fading
But i'm fart Yeah
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Writer: Cigarra, O SAM
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Cigarra
Featuring: Ô Sam
Length: 3:51
Written by: Cigarra, O SAM

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