Imposters Lyrics

Would you call me, if I was locked up? Don't be too sensitive, you know it's all love

Would you call me, be my doctor? I need my medicine, I'm a rasta

Not too many friends, in my roster. I know they pretend, they impostors

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Not too many friends, in my roster. I know they pretend, they impostors

My new bitch a ten, Christian Louboutin. Hoppin out the fence, breaking down the fent

Hop up out the Benz, want her and her friends. Want her and her sister, pass her to my niggas

Pass her to the gang, from the shooting range. Let my nuts hang, let my chain swing

Would you call me, if I was locked up? Don't be too sensitive, you know it's all love

Would you call me, be my doctor? I need my medicine, I'm a rasta

Not too many friends, in my roster. I know they pretend, they impostors

Jeans sauce, lean walk. beans talk, fiens false

Jeans sauce, lean walk. beans talk, fiens false

Jeans sauce, lean walk. beans talk, fiens false

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