Johnny J - Fake Ass b**hes lyrics

[Intro: little kid] Tell me about these fake a** b**hes Look here little n***a Most of these n***as be b**hes too But you'll never hear that side of the story So uhh, we finna do this sh** like this [Verse 1] It's like I tell my n***as, keep your eyes on these b**hes They love to G a n***a young dumb and gettin' riches What the f** you think a trick is n***a n***a done stick and wet his dick And then get tricked out all his riches by a -- b*tch! I'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya Think you all that just 'cause she let a n***a toss her Motherf**in' privilege So don't give up your conversation, give that b**h your 7 digits When she call ya, ask that tramp wha**up And if she hesitate n***a hang up, worrrd up And let that b**h meditate to the dial tone And call me when you're ready to bone, and it's on A motherf**in' mack tonight Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight You f**in' punks, I hate you snitches Went against the grain and the game to be fake a** b**hes [Interlude] (God, damn! You can't just hit them n***as with that game And expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets scandalous But we gonna kick this sh** like this here) [Hook] I can't stand fake a** b**hes Lyin' a** n***as and you punk a** snitches I can't stand fake a** b**hes Lyin' a** n***as and you punk a** snitches [Verse 2] Time to show these bustas who's boss Run up on a real motherf**er and get tossed The game is deep, and thicker than a motherf**in' jimmy Broke hoes runnin' round yellin' "Gimme!" I can't stand it, hoes talkin' bout they got a man sh** all I wanted her to do is s** my DICK So how about hittin' a motherf**er on my pager Busy now b**h but you can give me the p**y later Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega f**in' with the player that done made her, huh And I ain't sleepin' caught you creepin' for my money Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey (b**h) So get the bozack, knockin' hoes back, keep my dough stacked So where the motherf**in' hoes at? Punk n***as can't fade the mack, livin' fat Gettin' paid to rap, it's like that, you motherf**in' b**hes [Interlude] Yeah, yeah that's my motto She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-a** n***as So y'all take that sh** back to y'all camp and uhh You sleep on that there, it's like [Hook] I can't stand fake a** b**hes Lyin' a** n***as and you punk a** snitches I can't stand fake a** b**hes Lyin' a** n***as and you punk a** snitches I can't stand fake a** b**hes Lyin' a** n***as and you punk a** snitches I can't stand fake a** b**hes Lyin' a** n***as and you punk a** snitches [Outro] Oh you too n***a, don't think we ain't talkin' bout your punk a** You old fake a** n***a Standin' there wearin' all them Pendletons and khakis and all that You soft as a motherf**in' grape Ain't this a motherf**in' b**h I can see right through your flower a** Some of these n***as is b**hes too, man I tell ya It's gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo' (I can't stand fake a** b**hes) But we gonna do this sh** Y'all take this sh** and you play this sh** for every single Fake a** b**h out there (I can't stand fake a** b**hes) And there's plenty of 'em You probably got one sittin' next to you right now (I can't stand fake a** b**hes) Bobbin' his fake a** head to this, dope a** sh** that he listenin' to (I can't stand fake a** b**hes) Fake a** motherf**in' b**h, die in ninety-four