Lozza, Eli Juggz - Artificial! Lyrics

This real love be fake yeah that shit artificial
Just cut her off coz that shit not official
She sending shots, I sent a missile
Only three words she can say is I miss you
Gotta fill up my cup coz I love when it fizzle
I guess that that shit beneficial
Each to their own so it's early dismissal
They talking cap like they rock Ness and Mitchell
They talking cap but it be superficial
How they gon' join the team if they don't know their role
We making waves and we don't need a bristle
Now we got the crowd jumping from top to the floor
I mean the crowd jump from the floor to the ceiling
Now they see red like a bulls matador
I gotta say I'm in love with the feeling
The love for the money gon' be evermore
These niggas be fake, they artificial
If you got that pack, I'm fucking with you
If you talking down, I'm gon' hit you
I'm upping the score, so I'm not missing
I'm on the road, I'm on a mission
I switched up my hoe, for your missus
I hit up my bro, we getting riches
Damn
Zaza in my body I go slow mo
Put the bands out on the hoe then she go low low
I'm locked in, in front of this mic I need a new flow bro
The AR came with a beam
I'm working like I'm a machine
Not popping pills I'm not no fiend
I'm in the hills with my team
Might drop 10k on a ring
Might drop 20k for your ping
30k new beam, 40k that's nothing
Tell that nigga I'm not bluffing
Tell that nigga I'm not bluffing
This real love be fake yeah that shit artificial
Just cut her off coz that shit not official
She sending shots, I sent a missile
Only three words she can say is I miss you
Gotta fill up my cup coz I love when it fizzle
I guess that that shit beneficial
Each to their own so it's early dismissal
They talking cap like they rock Ness and Mitchell
They talking cap but it be superficial
How they gon' join the team if they don't know their role
We making waves and we don't need a bristle
Now we got the crowd jumping from top to the floor
I mean the crowd jump from the floor to the ceiling
Now they see red like a bulls matador
I gotta say I'm in love with the feeling
The love for the money gon' be evermore

This real love be fake yeah that shit artificial
Just cut her off coz that shit not official
She sending shots, I sent a missile
Only three words she can say is I miss you
Gotta fill up my cup coz I love when it fizzle
I guess that that shit beneficial
Each to their own so it's early dismissal
They talking cap like they rock Ness and Mitchell
They talking cap but it be superficial
How they gon' join the team if they don't know their role
We making waves and we don't need a bristle
Now we got the crowd jumping from top to the floor
I mean the crowd jump from the floor to the ceiling
Now they see red like a bulls matador
I gotta say I'm in love with the feeling
The love for the money gon' be evermore
These niggas be fake, they artificial
If you got that pack, I'm fucking with you
If you talking down, I'm gon' hit you
I'm upping the score, so I'm not missing
I'm on the road, I'm on a mission
I switched up my hoe, for your missus
I hit up my bro, we getting riches
Damn
Zaza in my body I go slow mo
Put the bands out on the hoe then she go low low
I'm locked in, in front of this mic I need a new flow bro
The AR came with a beam
I'm working like I'm a machine
Not popping pills I'm not no fiend
I'm in the hills with my team
Might drop 10k on a ring
Might drop 20k for your ping
30k new beam, 40k that's nothing
Tell that nigga I'm not bluffing
Tell that nigga I'm not bluffing
This real love be fake yeah that shit artificial
Just cut her off coz that shit not official
She sending shots, I sent a missile
Only three words she can say is I miss you
Gotta fill up my cup coz I love when it fizzle
I guess that that shit beneficial
Each to their own so it's early dismissal
They talking cap like they rock Ness and Mitchell
They talking cap but it be superficial
How they gon' join the team if they don't know their role
We making waves and we don't need a bristle
Now we got the crowd jumping from top to the floor
I mean the crowd jump from the floor to the ceiling
Now they see red like a bulls matador
I gotta say I'm in love with the feeling
The love for the money gon' be evermore