bobby web – fast lane lyrics
fast lane (fast lane)
fast lane (fast lane)
fast lane yeah (fast lane)
fast lane yeah, woah (woahhhh)
in the fast lane no pit stop
whipping hits my wrist locked
another man talking with that sh-t talk
trying to hard to get me p-ssed off
time wastes for no man like tick tock
motherf-ck a fed shoot like chris paul
i swear they so fake like a t-t job
i dont f-ck with none cus they criss cross
they stay telling me ive been off the map like where the f-ck have you been
i’ve been so busy blowing finest of gas
learning not to trust again
i been running up my mothaf-cking stats
getting coin getting yen
dont even try squeezing in my circle
trust me you not getting in
i got lots of motherf-cking options
see 5-0 i take caution
she really love that i dont give a single f-ck
thinks im motherf-cking awesome
i just think she f-cking on sumn
trust me im not what you need
cus i love myself to mof-cking much
no you not the one for me
trust me you can keep her shes playing like its madden
i called her p-ssy jasmine
cus its always got a lad in
they ain’t never gon’ stop laughing
til you making this sh-t happen
they always ask if i remember, i do
but motherf-ck the past tense
i used to care to much but now its whatever forever
ain’t no internet thug gon’ hurt you they gon’ pump fake with the pressure
i dont need no f-cking squad or gang, we not in this together
they call me web but im not copy and paste, all these clones i can’t measure
time is motherf-cking money, man, i done wasted bands on headaches
she wasting time but id be lying if i said i ain’t like the attention
and im still in my f-cking dawn, not old enough for credit
im in my own lane, but they crossing, they ain’t even worth a mention
trust me you can never hurt me, give a f-ck if you desert me
and i know you dont deserve me, cus im really not where earth be
in the fast lane no pit stop, whipping hits my wrist locked, another man talking with that sh-t talk, trying to hard to get me p-ssed off
trust me you can never hurt me, give a f-ck if you desert me, and i know you dont deserve me, cus im really not where earth be
time waits for no man like tick tock, mof-ck a fed shoot like chris paul, i swear they so fake like a t-t job, i dont f-ck with none cus they criss cross
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