Paroles de Faded


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Young nino, f-ck a bitch in a peacoat
Carlito, scarface, al pacino
Bun b though, pimp c, r.i.p though
I goes deep in that p-ssy, dan marino
She wanna be the one, f-ck her to my own single
Break a bitch hard, no future miss cleo
Snap back, au-au-automatic reload
Flyer than a f-ck-ng beatle, you can’t beat ‘em
Vampire f-ck up your evening
I pop up and eat lunch, leave you in the cement
Don’t believe it, stripe like a f-cking adidas
The gun selena, give a n-gga beiber fever
Real f-ck-ng hot, put it in park
Take a shot, higher than a tube sock
You a bop, give me top top, as i load the guap
Man these n-ggas say i’m fly but to her i’m god

I’m faded faded faded
My n-gga i’m faded faded faded (x7)

And i don’t give a f-ck

F-ck is up, n-gga’s stomping in my chucks
Yeah i make it rain dear, cause i’m all ’bout my bucks
Use the butt up in the front, d-ck up in her cunt
And i put it in her hole, hole in one, putt putt
Super mcnasty, why you mclovin
When the b-tch call me daddy
Pimp no caddy, she wish she never had me

Treat her like a dog, called the b-tch lassy
Young savvy, bang her like cincinatti
Above average, f-fly like i’m aladdin
They bend backwards, done the p-ssy at them
I’m ben wallace, dunk up in your basket
Balls in the air, no games, i’m serious, double dare
There’s too many b-tches, why these n-ggas wanna stare
Pat ron up in here, this ain’t no beer

I’m faded faded faded
My n-gga i’m faded faded faded (x7)

(lil' wayne)
Mama, there go that monster
Abracadabra, magic johnson
My mutherf-cking doctor, said i need a doctor
So i called house, now i am a pill popper
Faded like skinnys, young money we winning
I told her if i change, she won’t get a penny
Milking this shit, pregnant bitch tities
Bringing home the bacon, i’m f-ckin’ miss piggy
Loaded like a semi, semi naked pictures
She knows my d-ck, she call it nigga richard
Prior to me coming, i had to stick my thumb in
I asked one time, smell my finger make you vomit
Flyer than a hornet, the shoe fit i worn it
She tried to jack me off, can’t beat it, join it
Tunechi, punechi, that what she call it
Flag scarlett, i killed it, mourned it

I’m faded faded faded
My n-gga i’m faded faded faded (x7)

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