fake - Afflicted/Staz.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : manki stazington
[00:00.706][Intro]
[00:00.980]AFFLICTED
[00:05.096]
[00:05.406][Chorus: girlsynth]
[00:05.813]I knew you were fake from the ju-u-ump
[00:14.349]I met my idols man I couldn't **** this up
[00:15.625]I told him stop his shawty, she couldn't get enough
[00:17.791]I knew you would do me wrong and these niggas just my sons
[00:20.305]They wanna be me, I-I told them lies yeah I try to be deceiving
[00:23.949]And if he talking all that shit, he won't be breathing
[00:26.378]You making music no success, so what's the meaning?
[00:28.725]We gon' leave him bleeding
[00:30.046]Let's go-go-go-go
[00:31.542]I heard your song, you shouldn't post-post-post-post
[00:33.963]I'm with my gang, we do the most-most-most-most
[00:36.414]I run it up, I'm stacking shows-shows-shows-shows (And that's just how we coming)
[00:39.475]
[00:39.739][Verse 2: crusey]
[00:40.100]Turn the page bitch, I ****ing flip the script-ript
[00:42.776]Got a tac, bitch, I keep that shit equipped-quipped
[00:45.292]Talkin-talkin shit but we don't know who you is-is
[00:47.754]L-Log him out now he mad he wanna quit-quit
[00:50.269]I I-I can't-can't let him get away-way
[00:52.676]T-Tie him up now he digging his own gr-a-ave
[00:55.255]I I-I can't-can't let him get away
[00:57.712]Feel like prkr, "Feel like crusafix, I pull up with a blade" (Dude)
[01:00.124][Verse 3: 1crusafix]
[01:00.376]I've been at the top (Yeah)
[01:01.721]Why you on my cock, bruh?
[01:02.910]Can you get a job? No, you're broke, and I'm u-u-u-u-u-u-u-up
[01:05.357]Now your life is over, smoking sticky-ticky pack, such a ****in' stoner
[01:10.331]Yeah, I hold that rifle, knock him out no NyQuil
[01:12.830]Bodies stackin' in the room, stacking like the Eiffel
[01:15.373]Shut up-Shut up, wait that's the wrong song
[01:17.860]Talkin' shit on me (O-O-O-Oh), smash him in the wall
[01:19.944]
[01:20.194][Verse 4: dime!]
[01:20.498]I swear to god, I'm givin' up
[01:22.828]Talkin' down on gang, pussy, I don't give a ****
[01:25.257]Spraying all these bullets hit your face, you better duck
[01:27.852]Nigga when I run up on your gang (You out of luck)
[01:30.372]Bitch I'm making profit, yeah you better stop it
[01:33.052]Bitch I'm making profit, yeah you better stop
[01:35.570]Bitch— Bitch I'm making pro-o—, yeah you better sto-op it
[01:37.993]Bitch I'm making pro-o—, yeah you better stop—
[01:39.998]
[01:40.255][Chorus: girlsynth]
[01:40.495]I knew you were fake from the ju-u-ump
[01:43.160]I met my idols man I couldn't **** this up
[01:45.395]I told him stop his shawty, she couldn't get enough
[01:47.892]I knew you would do me wrong and these niggas just my sons
[01:50.351]They wanna be me, I-I told them lies yeah I try to be deceiving
[01:54.394]And if he talking all that shit, he won't be breathing
[01:56.842]You making music no success, so what's the meaning?
[01:59.235]We gon' leave him bleeding
[02:00.505]Let's go-go-go-go
[02:02.057]I heard your song, you shouldn't post-post-post-post
[02:04.521]I'm with my gang, we do the most-most-most-most
[02:07.062]I run it up, I'm stacking shows-shows-shows-shows (And that's just how we coming)
[02:10.161][Outro]
[02:10.436]Play AFFLICTED, bih', yeah!
[02:12.949]Yeah, get the **** up, dawg, yeah!
文本歌词
作曲 : manki stazington
AFFLICTED

I knew you were fake from the ju-u-ump
I met my idols man I couldn't **** this up
I told him stop his shawty, she couldn't get enough
I knew you would do me wrong and these niggas just my sons
They wanna be me, I-I told them lies yeah I try to be deceiving
And if he talking all that shit, he won't be breathing
You making music no success, so what's the meaning?
We gon' leave him bleeding
Let's go-go-go-go
I heard your song, you shouldn't post-post-post-post
I'm with my gang, we do the most-most-most-most
I run it up, I'm stacking shows-shows-shows-shows (And that's just how we coming)

Turn the page bitch, I ****ing flip the script-ript
Got a tac, bitch, I keep that shit equipped-quipped
Talkin-talkin shit but we don't know who you is-is
L-Log him out now he mad he wanna quit-quit
I I-I can't-can't let him get away-way
T-Tie him up now he digging his own gr-a-ave
I I-I can't-can't let him get away
Feel like prkr, "Feel like crusafix, I pull up with a blade" (Dude)
I've been at the top (Yeah)
Why you on my cock, bruh?
Can you get a job? No, you're broke, and I'm u-u-u-u-u-u-u-up
Now your life is over, smoking sticky-ticky pack, such a ****in' stoner
Yeah, I hold that rifle, knock him out no NyQuil
Bodies stackin' in the room, stacking like the Eiffel
Shut up-Shut up, wait that's the wrong song
Talkin' shit on me (O-O-O-Oh), smash him in the wall

I swear to god, I'm givin' up
Talkin' down on gang, pussy, I don't give a ****
Spraying all these bullets hit your face, you better duck
Nigga when I run up on your gang (You out of luck)
Bitch I'm making profit, yeah you better stop it
Bitch I'm making profit, yeah you better stop
Bitch— Bitch I'm making pro-o—, yeah you better sto-op it
Bitch I'm making pro-o—, yeah you better stop—

I knew you were fake from the ju-u-ump
I met my idols man I couldn't **** this up
I told him stop his shawty, she couldn't get enough
I knew you would do me wrong and these niggas just my sons
They wanna be me, I-I told them lies yeah I try to be deceiving
And if he talking all that shit, he won't be breathing
You making music no success, so what's the meaning?
We gon' leave him bleeding
Let's go-go-go-go
I heard your song, you shouldn't post-post-post-post
I'm with my gang, we do the most-most-most-most
I run it up, I'm stacking shows-shows-shows-shows (And that's just how we coming)
Play AFFLICTED, bih', yeah!
Yeah, get the **** up, dawg, yeah!