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the emperor wore
Trouble follows you. Ain't that what you're looking for
Good lord baby. You're undone brick by brick
And we both know. Your love is just

Dictatorship of wolves, dictating to the sheep.
Dictated to by fools and half the public is asleep. Wrapped in cotton wool like we are covered in a sheet. Like

the passion Christ. The way these niggaz sacrifice. The way these niggaz lose they life. Protected by ya Jesus piece until them swipers snatch ya ice. Best

simple shit
Now don't exist 
Cheap tricks always end quick
Used to miss the bliss
A childhood full of ignorance
Can't avoid change
If I stay the same
I

your truth in lies
And then act like its a fib, but
Its really just a cheap trick, so
Don't pretend that you were slick, but

Let's be real, take away

shit 
Bitches only about 
Sucking  and fucking dick 
Trying to get money out of him
By the time he give it to you that same shit I already spent

if i go down
Why would I wife a bitch, known by the whole town
Go rounds, know I keep em coming like the bartender
Hoe think I'm a trick for the pussy,

Written by: Material Girl & Nicholas Swift
Chorus: These bitches ain’t real can’t fuck with them
Lame ass hoes so good luck with them
On my own ain’t

a hooker to bite
Sluts dressed up like 70’s playboy, looking for their candy tonight
And if you think it’s a killing joke. And your cheap tricks gonna live

Fake love by dollar bills lyrics

Dollar bills yooo
Fake love I don’t need it
Fuck you love you can keep it
If you ain’t talking about money
I don’t

harm me?
Wait until they get a taste of Dumbledore's Army
Do not take me for some conjuror of cheap tricks
I don't give a Fawkes about your Order

the pen cuz they was selling some cheap
Now they tell us embellishments overzealous on beats
Or off it, for half of em. I’ll have none
This that

appear magically after I pop my shit
Got caught up once, bout a trick
Treat her special then call her my bitch
I'm always with one so, thick
I guess these

fallen ones, but they give me signs
That they stay with me till the end of the line
Using cheap tricks to get ahead
Ghost writing songs, don't let it get

no seeds
Keno hit a lick
Gave me weed for the free
Ima hit Jay get the E for the cheap
She trying to fuck
Lemme peak at the pussy
Girl don't you act
No

gone
Yeah she's safe in that oasis in the sun
Yes she's already gone

On a small bed, an empty bottle by her head
The fan above plays tricks with her

Gray goose with a top of pamplemousse and a twist of lemon
Surrounded by women in lace and denim
Got the coach bag with em still playing victim I

often click 
I get it though, words have become so cheap 
The price to pay, when we lose what means 
To have a voice, for those who discreetly sing

alone
You need some rest
She said "You're lying baby
cnd the tricks you pay ain't that cheap
My heart's been broken, beaten
By the secrets that you keep

gangsta shit
I V Y nigga and they ain't ready for it
The BX da jungle I was raised by the gorillas
So hold all that silicon and all them cheap fillers

off like 
You don't know how, wow!
Shoulda listened what 
The grim reaper said
You're all cheap tricks past the hay flick
This ain't The Matrix, you're

Little alcohol
Might do the trick
Loosen up your collar, unlock your lips
So slam a bottle
Or pop a pill
Then you and me can share a cheap thrill
I wanna

ain't here, who the fuck gone back him
He looked around for any witnesses, it's only two
One was heading inside so he know what to do
The hood cheap

but lack of the talent.
Your minds are barren. What now you expect me for telling? Huh?
My songs are real, made by myself.
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