JR Writer - Fake Ones lyrics

(ft. Papoose, Fred Money) I got no time for fake sh** b**hes zipping first time with that cake free From East to West sun bout great list Welcome to the Matrix I got no time for fake sh** This is zipping true style with that cake friend We do this great sun and ... Welcome to the Matrix I got no time It feel it got a price At least looking that a** n***as that I'm out of size It's the lead and out of fly we are not allowd I wanna see you in a box, we ain't gotta Like what you say how you f**ing with J Coming and see me I guess I got to see it away Can't touch without lay, what you done with your life I get doing today sponsored links From the barrel where they both here It's catch wanna feed on my crach then you stepping on the theird will You heard well, n***as, it's kind of boring, how to snoring You bettre warn 'em don't be bad on 'em Whole life way coulder, waving storming So nice I gotta hang over every morning All in, different pose been have a fake ball and your body be on sqill I got no time for fake sh** b**hes zipping first time with that cake free From East to West sun bout great list Welcome to the Matrix I got no time for fake sh** I got no time for fake sh** b**hes zipping first time with that cake free From East to West sun bout great list Welcome to the Matrix I got no time for fake sh** Welcome to the Matrix I got no time Welcome to the matrix see no time Put your meddle right in your mought now you got brases] Still stop and still, that should a great sh** You just help me shopping and still you bout to be shake with Bouting a hundred k**er and face a Benjamin Freaklin Jakson it's in a great hammer, flowing up in a bank click Down pices and down be Even if you shake chip Usually you run with no money to tip the withress Black belt mister Miagy here that brakes sh** Master chef starting a battle that make you can't flip Toushing my who*e zipp right back Zipping we make list Fake b**h you drow on the trap, you ain't speak Feature with the guards, you did a feature with greave here Gamble all night come home and hunstle all day sh** From a home to biggy I hold my gun so I say what the f** I want