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Armon and Trey - Fake Love - Drake| Black Beatles - Rae Scremmurd| No Limit - Usher|Sorry - Beyoncé | (Lyrics) lyrics

[Verse 1: Armon Warren, Trey Traylor]
Yea
They look up to me They look up to me
I got fake people showin' fake love to me
Straight up to my face, straight up to my face
To my to my yea
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know me
Young bull livin' like an old geezer
Release the cash, watch it fall slowly

[Verse 2: Armon & Trey (Trey)]
Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (Thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (Thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
She a thot thot
She a thot thot

[Hook 1: Trey (Armon)]
Whole time they wanna take my place
(Whole time they wanna take my place)
Whole time they wanna take my place
(Whole time they wanna take my place)
Whole time they wanna take my place

[Verse 3: Trey (Armon)]
You know you fine
Baby you know that you fine
(I'm just tryna make you mine)
Tryna make you mine
(Yeah I'm tryna make you mine)
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Put a tingle in your spine
We got to vibe, we got a wave
(You should ride on it)
All the places I could take
(You girl is limitless
So if you never been
Girl I would just love to take you there
You don't have to worry ‘bout a thing
I got it, let me show you better than)
Cause I may not know you, just let me hold you
You'll be my soldier, like you from the ‘Nolia
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye
Tell him, boy, bye, boy, bye, middle fingers up
I ain't thinking 'bout you

[Hook 2: Armon & Trey]
Make you say uh, no limit
Got that Master P, no limit baby
Give you that black card, no limit
Just know when you roll with a nigga like me
There's no limit, baby
Get high baby roll one, cloud nine 'bout to go up
Lovin' the feelin' the turbulence get when we turn up
When we land we can roll out
Show you somethin' you ain't know about
Tonight we be takin' off flight with a camera to show out

[Outro: Trey, Armon
Yo body on my body, baby
I'm about to catch a body in here, baby
I love the way you grind on me
Said I'm about to catch a body in here, baby
I'm about to catch a body
Oh yeah, oh yeah, don't stop it now
I'm about to catch a body on me

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