Pump Fake! (Freestyle) Lyrics

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Selected song name: Pump Fake! (Freestyle)
Singer Name: Ethereal
Lyrics written by: Ethereal

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I know you heard all about me
See me on TV, Instagram, b*t*h, I'm poppin'
Cash Carti, Cash Carti, my lane, no stoppin'
N***as sneak diss and they tryna plot me
F**k 'em
F**k 'em
Find they hoes and f**k em
F**k 'em
F**k 'em, find they hoes and f**k
F**k 'em then dump 'em then dump 'em
I don't give no f**ks, yeah
Yeah, I feel like Donald Trump now
I don't give a f**k yeah
Damn


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Pump-fake
F**k that b*t*h, I pa** her to my brodie, yeah
Pump-fake
F**k her then I pa** her to my brodie, yeah
Pump-fake
I don't need no b*t*h, I got another one
Pump-fake
I don't give a f**k I got another one
Yeah, yeah, yeah, with my n***as off the Xans
We up at Follies throwin' bands
And all my n***as bout that action, yeah
F**kin what you talkin' bout?
Them 2900 n***as 'bout
Green flax in a f**kin' pouch
N***as know what we f**kin' bout
Ya-ya-ya-ya, all these n***as wanna bite my swag
Ya-ya-ya-ya, every time your b*t*h, she 'bout this sh*t
Ya-ya-ya-ya, she don't talk, she like ya-ya pimp
Yung Carti that f**kin' pimp
B*t*h, I walk with a f**kin' limp
Rest in peace Pimp C, my n***a
Rest in peace Pimp C, my n***a
Yung Cash Carti that young n***a
Is that young n***a
Shakes and shoppin' sprees, n***a
Up in f**kin' London, n***a
Up in f**kin' Paris, n***a
Two cups, I ain't sharin', n***a
Oh, I need a bag
I need a b*t*h with an a**
No att**ude, just smash, yeah
Yung Carti that n***a
Steal my swag, steal my swag
Swag-surfin' on the track
Hold up, let me get that back, oh

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Pump-fake, pump-fake, pump-fake, yeah


Hold up, b*t*hes on my d**k
For what? For what?
N***as wanna see me dead
N***a, for what?
I got clout, I got clout
Hoes tryna give me mouth
Boy I pull them triggers out
We don't really run our mouth
I'm from Zone 3, Zone 3
13, skate town with the bling
You know how I'm comin', b*t*h
Oh-ah
Know how I'm comin', b*t*h
Pull them dirty sticks
And we movin' dirty sticks
With the sh*t
Cash Carti got a bag
Got a Louis bag but I put some Gucci in that bag
N***a f**k what you talkin' bout
All that sh*t you got
Yung Carti been copped or been had, n***a, I'm hot
N***a, I'm hot
Young, hot but I'm cool yeah
Bad b*t*h, she a fool yeah
Cash Carti, I cool y'all
But all my n***as, they bool yeah
N***as yellin' like bool, yeah
Hop in the bank like bool, yeah
Hop in the ships like bool, yeah
Hop in sets like bool, yeah

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Pump-fake, pump-fake, pump-fake, yeah
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Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah