Fake Love (feat. Yung Byno)

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Koryo

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Yuh
Smoking cookies out the fucking jar
We burning gas and rubber bands like a sports car
In and out the door now we on the boulevard
They looking up to Koryo like the North Star
Why they showing all that fake love
I've been around them snakes
I just want to make this paper
And smoke a little dank
Every morning when I wake up
I wake up in the bank
Baby girl want to make up 
But I don't f*ck with fakes

Y'all pussies out her already play for less
Y'all pay for less like y'all paperless
Flex on the gram but you in major debt
She want a gold chain on her naked neck
Girl shake that ass we'll make babies quick
But on second thought I'd rather make a check
On second thought I'd rather make a check
On second thought I need an Asian bitch
Yuh I f*ck your bitch a couple days ago
Why you think she wink when I say hello
Now your bitch love me like I'm made of gold
She give me all these hickeys like Asian glow
Two more shots for the after-show
You fucking with the best that's Koryo
I don't f*ck with a lame or a boring hoe
I don't f*ck with a lame or a boring hoe
Drip drip on my tip, do a flip on the dick
Yea she got good grip
Hips move like a whip, bitch knew how to strip
Yea she too hot with them lips 
With the flick of the Bic yup I need another zip
Lean in my cup got me got me feeling like a pimp
Fill another cup up, fucked up 
Ice two tone like the suit of my butler
My money Jay Cutler
Cold cuts if a young buck buck up 
I'm rapping till the sun up
No love on our come up
That's why we had to come up
Why they get mad when they look at the stats
I ain't trying to brag but we good with the math
See a yellow boy running off with a bag
Smoking zigzags with money in my hand

Smoking cookies out the fucking jar
We burning gas and rubber bands like a sports car
In and out the door now we on the boulevard
They looking up to Koryo like the North Star
Why they showing all that fake love
I've been around them snakes
I just want to make this paper
And smoke a little dank
Every morning when I wake up
I wake up in the bank
Baby girl want to make up 
But I don't f*ck with fakes

Black chips on em number nine jeans
Black tints on a foreign Bentayga
We been getting to the money, presidential faces
Huh take a piss and smell the codeine
Yea, pop a 40 like it's champagne
Yea, pop a wheelie out in traffic
I been geeking off em tabs yea ye
I'm so high, I'm off the planet
I'm all Adidas'd out
They tryna bite the style
I got a hunnid thousand pieces, I been showing out
I pray to god, to drop my charges, can't relate to me
I been boolin' with the felons, can't relate to me
All these drugs and these hoes couldn't save me
Yea yea ye ye, you can't relate to me
You can't relate to me, you can't relate to me
Long live to all my brothers in da race with me skrt

Smoking cookies out the fucking jar
We burning gas and rubber bands like a sports car
In and out the door now we on the boulevard
They looking up to Koryo like the North Star
Why they showing all that fake love
I've been around them snakes
I just want to make this paper
And smoke a little dank
Every morning when I wake up
I wake up in the bank
Baby girl want to make up 
But I don't f*ck with fakes

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