Fake Killa Paroles

I'm a fake killa
In a fake thriller (Gang)
I'm a fake killa
In a fake thriller (Gang)
My life is so glamorous, but I'm still suicidal (Yeah)
But I didn't know how fast it get, every move is vital (Yeah)
I'm addicted to ass and tits, this should be the title (Yeah)
I'm addicted to the fancy shit, that's why I don't got no bridal (Yeah, yeah)

I look both ways, I drive in my damn Mercedes (Huh)
I'm lookin' both ways, I'm tryna find my damn baby (Huh)
If I go the wrong way, nobody could come save me (Huh)
But I tell shawty take a onе way, she might save me
Can't bеlieve I'm gettin' paid off the poems (Poems)
Feel like a UK nigga in the Uni, up in the dorms (Dorms)
Shout out to my motherfuckin' label, but I hate signin' these forms (Forms)
Devil all in my ear, fuck, still pray to the Lord (Lord)
Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord In a fake thriller (Gang)
I'm a fake killa
In a fake thriller (Gang)
My life is so glamorous, but I'm still suicidal (Yeah)
But I didn't know how fast it get, every move is vital (Yeah)
I'm addicted to ass and tits, this should be the title (Yeah)
I'm addicted to the fancy shit, that's why I don't got no bridal (Yeah)