Erthang Fake lyrics

(Remy Ma speaking)
Damn
I just came home and
All these b*tches is fake
Nah, I mean
Literally fake
Where my real b*tches at?

(chrous)
Yo hair , yo brows
Damn you fake b*tch
Ya nails , ya tan
Damn you fake b*tch
Ya eyes, ya ass
Damn you fake b*tch
Ya tits, ya lashes
Damn you fake b*tch
Ya Fake, Fake Fake, Fake, Fake, Fake,Fake
b*tch
F-F-F-F-FAKE
Everything about u fake b*tch

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]

Bumping shoulders, fist fighting, and a b*tch like me can't take that
Dry blows, subliminals, indirects I hate that
You pus*y b*tch
You dont want it, We can take it way back
I mean no earrings, face Vaselined, six braids going straight back
(Wudup) And still I stay strapped, straight music b*tch Maybach
No leg shots, arm shots, only head shots, put a hole where yo face at
n*ggas Call me Rocky, she'll pop on A b*tch ASAP
I put in work, just got released, this work release case that
This ugly b*tch keep grilling me , hold up where my mases at, where my razor
Ima eat her food, where the f*ck my placemat?
Buy my own sh*t off iTunes, cuz all yall hoes is straight whack
b*tch I'm so old school, this should be on 8 tracks
(Chrous)

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]

I'm just laid up, laying b*tches down
Mad days, I just lay back
With my eyes red, and my money green
I ain't gotta do sh*t but stay black
I ain't got time for drawing blood
Homie, don't play that
You got time, you not a thug
Cuz you ain't pay yo fed of state tax
n*ggas think it's a game
Cuz they see the ass and tits
So, I put the heat in they face
And I tell em to suck my di*k
These rap chicks is sick
Cuz they know Rem spit that mucus
I keep a phone that's smart
Yeah and all my cars is stupid
It gets ugly quickly
So please don't try to get cute b*tch
I hear they say I shoot chicks and really live my music
I ain't even gotta do sh*t
n*ggas a do it for me
I personally pop on b*tches
Because all yall b*tches corny
(Chrous)

[Verse 3: Remy Ma]
f*ck Rem look like twerkin'?
f*ck twerkin' she put that work in
I heard she keep a 4-5
And her mase in her Birkin
They try to close her curtains
But shawty, cuz she ain't hurting
Rem free as a bird
But yall still out here chirping
After six and a half years
She sorta like a virgin
She operate that di*k
She sorta like a surgeon
The girl cold
Her 36's is Perking
Rem so fresh and clean
She dont need detergent
She don't need no Urban, she don't need no Burban
Her sex drive is crazy, no red light she swervin
She speaking in 3rd person
Charge his card for what she purchase
But he don't care bout prices
Like Revlon cuz she worth it
(Chrous)