Fake Bitches Lyrics & Tabs by Astro Safari USA
Fake Bitches
guitar chords lyrics
I don't wanna sound like a douche
But that picture don't look like you
How you really gon' try to play me like that
Y2K 'erbody got the internet
(I ran as fast as i can)
Takin' pics of herself eatin' up gelato
She says that she wish she was a model
You ain't Xtina, I'm no genie in a bottle
Listen trick think we got a problemo
Cause y'all don't look nothin' like your demo
Now I'm feelin' like an instrumental
Cause I have no words I retire, Leno
Late night (master of the filters)
Low budget (no name photographers)
No likes (fake ass pictures)
Late night (master of the filters)
Low budget (no name photographers)
No likes (fake ass pictures)
Tell you what i did then
I ran as fast as I can (all of the sudden)
Alakazam I got out of that jam
Like Birdman
Checkin' all of her Instagrams
She looks like a 10 (out of what?)
Just not in, not in person
Who took that picture of you
They must be a magician, poof
David Blaine Copperfield that is how I really feel
Late night (master of the filters)
Low budget (no name photographers)
No likes (fake ass pictures)
Tell you what i did then
I ran as fast as I can (all of the sudden)
Alakazam I got out of that jam
Like Birdman
Checkin' all of her Instagrams
She looks like a 10 (out of what?)
Just not in, not in person
Turn the bass boost up
Listen, I ain't even mad at ya
(No I ain't even mad at ya)
I think I need to change my eyes
(Something's wrong with my eyes)
You the master of disguise
Feelin' bad for all these guys
You played me for a fool
Hold up (I'm holding)
What'd you do then?
Then I ran as fast as I can (all of the sudden)
Alakazam I got out of that jam
Like Birdman
Checkin' all of her Instagrams
She looks like a 10 (out of what?)
Just not in, not in person
Fake bitches
Real life
Priceless boy
And it still rang true
