{Songtext zu „Fake Hittas“
Die Hittas sind cap, Faker
{?}, we gettin’ stack, paper
Guck her, wie ich ball’, Laker
You want me to fall, Hater
Die Hittas sind cap, they ain’t really in the trap, that’s fact, they ain’t never {?}
Die Hittas sind fake, none of you ain’t getting no cake, die Hittas sind broke und lame
I run in your House, mit einer Blick’ in der Hand und ich putte die Gun in your Mouth
Der Mann ist ein Baus, gette das Money und bounce
Ich putte die b#tch on a Flight, sie muss für Monеy Boy {?}
Sie kommt mit dem Crack wider back, ich hör’ diеs Junkies schon rufen
Ja Mann, wir jagen den Kuchen, du willst ein Stück von dem Strudel?
Du kannst es gerne versuchen, brrt, brrt ich fütter’ die Kugeln
Ring an dem Finger, kein Honey-Nut-Loop, jeder kann seh’n, dass ich Money hab’, Dude
Stand’ in der Trap and I run it up, ouh, shoot’ einen Opp mit der Tommy-Gun, ouh
Es stimmt, ich will deine Ho f#cken, die p#ss# fett und die Pobacken
Ich komm’ hinein in den Wohnwagen und pump’ it up so wie Joe Budden
Die Hittas sind cap, they ain’t really in the trap, that’s fact, they ain’t never {?}
Die Hittas sind fake, none of you ain’t getting no cake, die Hittas sind broke und lame
I run in your House, mit einer Blick’ in der Hand und ich putte die Gun in your Mouth
Der Mann ist ein Baus, gette das Money und bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce n#gg#, n#gg# I said bounce
Please don’t call my phone for nothing less than a ounce
Talkin’ sh#t on Instagram, we shootin’ up your house
Yeah, I’m rich, I have a million in the couch, uh
Rich freeze, b#tch please {?}
Yeah, we block but we know n#gg#s throwin’ big seeds
My old plug, I finessed him out of six keys
Take you shoppin’, I’m like b#tch please
Die Hittas sind cap, they ain’t really in the trap, that’s fact, they ain’t never {?}
Die Hittas sind fake, none of you ain’t getting no cake, die Hittas sind broke und lame
I run in your House, mit einer Blick’ in der Hand und ich putte die Gun in your Mouth
Der Mann ist ein Baus, gette das Money und bounce
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Fake Hittas Lyrics English
{Song text to “Fake Hittas”
The Hittas are Cap, Faker
{?}, we gettin ‘stack, paper
Look, like me ball ‘, Laker
You Want Me to Fall, Hater
The Hittas are Cap, They Ain’t Really in the Trap, That’s Fact, They Ain’t Never {?}
The Hittas are Fake, None of You Ain’t Getting No Cake, the Hittas are broke and lame
I run in your house, with a look ‘in hand and I put the gun in your mouth
The man is a building, Gette’s Money and Bounce
I put the b#tch on a flight, she has to be for Monay Boy {?}
She comes with the crack against back, I’ll hear DЕS Junkies already call
Yes man, we hunt the cake, you want a piece of the swirl?
You may like to try it, brrt, I’ll feed the balls
Ring on the finger, no Honey-groove loop, everyone can see that I have Money, ‘Dude
Stand ‘in the trap and I run it up, Ouh, shoot’ an opp with the Tommy-Gun, Ouh
It’s true, I want to f#ck your ho, the p#ss# fat and the buttocks
I come in in the caravan and pumping ‘it up as Joe Budden
The Hittas are Cap, They Ain’t Really in the Trap, That’s Fact, They Ain’t Never {?}
The Hittas are Fake, None of You Ain’t Getting No Cake, the Hittas are broke and lame
I run in your house, with a look ‘in hand and I put the gun in your mouth
The man is a building, Gette’s Money and Bounce
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce n#gg#, n#gg# I Said Bounce
Please Do not Call My Phone for Nothing Less Than A Ounce
Talkin ‘Shit On Instagram, We Shootin’ Up Your House
Yeah, I’m Rich, I Have A Million in The Couch, Uh
Rich Freeze, b#tch Please {?}
Yeah, we block but we know n#gg#s throwin ‘big seeds
My Old Plug, I Finessed Him Out of Six Keys
Take You Shopin ‘, I’m Like b#tch Pleease
The Hittas are Cap, They Ain’t Really in the Trap, That’s Fact, They Ain’t Never {?}
The Hittas are Fake, None of You Ain’t Getting No Cake, the Hittas are broke and lame
I run in your house, with a look ‘in hand and I put the gun in your mouth
The man is a building, Gette’s Money and Bounce
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Money Boy Lyrics – Fake Hittas