Spot a Fake

(God, God)
I got a sixth sense when it comes to a bitch
You’re a demon in a jean skirt, blowin’ a kiss
Oh, God (Mhm, mhm)
Oh, God (Mhm, mhm)

(God, God)

(Oh-oh) I know you’re lost in her eyes
And everything underneath
Her body makes you go blind, but
Not me, not me

I could spot a fake from a mile away
Oh, I could spot the fake in her beautiful face
Yeah, she could put the, she could put the devil to shame
Oh, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
I could spot a fake from a mile away
Oh, I could spot the bad in the girl that you dig
She’s playin’ with it, playin’ with your heart ‘til it brеaks
Oh, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

She’s like

I could spot a fake from a milе away