Lyrics:
and they get on stage and tell
Some cornball war story, ring the bell (word)
You're fakin' the funk
Talking that extra hard junk, you're probably a punk
and they get on stage and tell
Some cornball war story, ring the bell (word)
You're fakin' the funk
Talking that extra hard junk, you're probably a punk
(6Element)
I got a foreign the trunk in the front
I got some money I do what I want
Bitches get to it they fakin' the funk
Rollin' exotic I'm
for the fam
Fakin' the funk, never part of my brand
Yeah, If I say it I do it I am
Poppin tough talk all on the cam
You ain't gang gang in front of your
in with that biz
doing this for all of my kins
Fucking the color of yo skin
All of these vatoz iz fakin the funk
I can smell it a mile away
Good
the last song
I need a dime, ain't fakin' the funk
She's ready for a late rendezvous with just
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
ਮੈਂ ਤਾਂ ਬੈਠਾ ਮੰਨ ਜਿਹਾ ਸਮਝਾ ਕੇ ਨੀ
ਡੋਬਯਾ ਤੂ ਐਨ
album, bitch, we makin' a toast
I ain't fakin' the funk, got grade A in the trunk
You can smell it through the traffic, this shit good for your lungs
I
i can run 10 laps in a track
Chorus:
Keep it moving it's on now
Making it punk rile
Shaking the funk rile
Rip it apart style
Fakin' the funk pal
Dunk
fakin' the funk
Your attitude is funk and you're makin me crunk (come on)
Yes, it's real, baby
Got me so crazy (huh?)
Light my fire, dirty
Like
gone away
And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk
Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk
Put down
Won't last too long when you're fakin the funk
I'm the master rapper, so unique
Clap my hand when I want my freak
You can't deny it, you know I'm right
uh-huh
Yeah, uh-uh-uh, uh-huh
If you wanna come on down to the front
But baby, yo, it's cool, it's cool
Uh, everybody that's fakin' the funk to put
most asked by 85, where I'm from
Fakin' the funk you get did
Projects, tenements, pyramids
Where I'm from, we're livin' off the boom boom crack
It's
most asked by 85, where I'm from
Fakin' the funk you get did
Projects, tenements, pyramids
Where I'm from, we're livin' off the boom boom crack
It's
barb wire
Machine gun Kelly so don't get jelly
'Cause bitch you, can put it in your mouth, like Akinyele
You he's fakin' da funk take these nigga home
your mouth, like Akinyele
You he's fakin' da funk take these nigga home he drunk
Before he wined up in my trunk
I gotta left that will fracture your
the scapegoat for fakin' the funk
But when they set up another prince time beef
What's hard at first, but melts in the heat, they call that Plastic
[Chorus]
fakin' the funk
I got a trunk full of beats
And a head full of rhymes
I got stains on my sheets
From all the good times
That I spent with ya Hookers
Some
Livin' in the world of ghetto life
Shot with the gun, get you cut with the knife
That's the story yo, the way the peeps like to move
No fakin'
on your blunts
Can't afford a chain so you wear gold fronts, yeah
You're fakin' the funk, kid
And you'll be gettin' it up the ass if you ever did
fakin' the funk
Money keep fallin', I'm rakin' it up
Hunnids is out, let me double the count
You keep runnin' your mouth, but I'm tapin' this up
Boom
uh-huh
Yeah, uh-uh-uh, uh-huh
If you wanna come on down to the front
But baby, yo, it's cool, it's cool
Uh, everybody that's fakin' the funk to put
item at Aldi, these niggas ain't in a bag, uh
These niggas fakin' the funk, these niggas fakin' the soul, these niggas fakin' the jazz, ayy
Fifty dollar
shakin your rump
Be makin' me wanna come fuck you, no fakin the funk
And when your lil' gangsta bitch mode take place
Make a nigga wanna bump the first
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