Tyga - Faded (feat. Lil Wayne) (2012)

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  • 1. makilemuzika  |  01/15,2012

    Tekst Pesme - Lyrics: Tyga - Faded (feat. Lil Wayne)

    [Tyga]
    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

    [Hook]
    I’m faded faded faded
    My n-gga I’m faded faded faded (x7)

    And I don’t give a f-ck

    [Tyga]
    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 her in her hole, holy, one, quat quat
    Ergggh
    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

    [Hook]

    [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

    [Hook]

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