J.C Jones - Fake Friends (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1 J.C Jones] Fake friends Fake homies That's that sh** I don't Like Bringing it back to the first mixtape crazy and unexpected Doing way better that what was projected People thought I wasn't the real deal Now I go out I see their mouths f**ing sealed People be making up bullsh** Can't believe they have they nerve to talk sh** behind my back See where that gets them see my hand that's a smack Don't let it affect me Stay focused don't let up Gotta go See p**y I lick See p**y I split Riding with the team living great getting high thats that sh** I like Girl u were missing on my birthday Girl u were missing on my birthday And yes I'm keeping tabs Hope you had fun in rehab Seeing you down thats that sh** I like Smoke up make everday earth day This is far my first day Gaining experience I'm polished Enemies in my path will be demolished thats that sh** I like Taking down rappers in the flo That just how I go Got no remorse for remaking you ho Stay down with your b**hes And your a waste of a life Dare you to play games Try to f** with me ill Slash your tires Laugh when you get pulled over license expires Thats that sh** I like You thought you could get one by me Can't even do that when Im High see Smoking cold creek cush getting higher Floating in the air frequent flyer Thats that sh** I like Make up all these fabrications I don't how Im talking fake girl friends mani teo You b**hes are counterifet at best Yes I'll still f** a b**h with large breast Time to stop making up fabrications I don't know when you'll finally come to this realization The 201 is now under my reign In the club makeing it rain Don't ask questions Rearranging how you all view the game Reconstructing flows I'm the brightest of he bunch Get high wake up late feasting on a five star brunch Your sticking with the dollar menu nothing else Can't spend more than a dollar its f**ing pathtic Beat you up leave a welt another notch on my belt Going up in ranks thats that sh** I like My brain is an enclopieda Your as fake as wikipiedia Receving coverge from all the media Super bowl 47 big story-lines Newest star Collin kappernick thtas an athlete I like Ray lewis more evil than Mike Vick Got away with murder let that sink in Got away with murder let that sink in Ray Lewis I don't Like Got that Usian bolt speed Hitting jumpers like sheed sound effect Ounces on ounes of weed Breaking it down with marcine Got way more than you need Keeping score were in the lead Get off my dick you freaking fiends that's that sh** I don't like You can try to be like me but its far from easy This cla** is to long f** the establish thats that sh** I don't Like Time to rap I'm out Walk out slam the door liquity split Cla** over in my girls slit thats that sh** I like Love it when she use her mouth the wrong way Word of mouth goes along way ohh ahhh and I blast a nut No more use to me kick her to the crub little runt Facing 4th and long your forced to punt Made from weak material unc*nt Don't count your eggs before they hatch Last one standing I'm winnig the hunt Slight success you see I cal dumb luck Comes down to survival of the fittest Yes b**h you earned a spot on my hit list You wanna get off theres one thing I insit Drop what your doing and rush right to my dick b**hes that are concseated Those are the b**hes I don't like Drinking and Smoking all night Is that sh** I like b**hes that chill and have a good time Those are the b**hes I like See A bad b**h with a big a** f** her pull out straight cash Life of the party with the best girls that's that sh** I like This Verse goes out to all my fake friends To all my fake friends Why do you feel so entitled You f*ggots belong in a dance recitial All My songs are more than vitial When I spit this verse You posers are gonna need to reherese You guys chose to the hard way I can keep this rap going all day I won't stop no way rapping and getting faded is that sh** I like Mixing the best of all worlds getting the spins Doing what I do disregarding low lifes You heard me no need to speak twice b**h I'm J.C Jones f** who don't't Like