iamleeren – faded lyrics
[intro]
“just before i start rapping, i just want to disclaim, i’m a law abiding citizen and i don’t do any of these activities. i don’t condone illegal or gang activities, mum, please don’t yell at me.”
[verse 1]
ay, ooh, yuh
b-tch i got a 38 i put it on my waist
c-ck it back i pull the trigger
feeling like i’m f-ckin’ drake
millie bobby brown up in this b-tch but i’m not getting laid
always f-cking rapping and i’m always getting h-lla waved
i don’t give a f-ck about a drake type beat i’m on that sh-t
always f-ckin making my own beats because i’m wanting it
instant satisfaction when i’m feeling like the f-cking king
just to celebrate i rob and steal and drink some f-cking lean
f-ck another b-tch inside my chevy, three cars
bought that sh-t from dealerships with all my racks and golden bars
started rapping doing verses that i thought were h-lla hard
now i’ve risen to the top i’m feeling like a minotaur
[hook]
imma pop another xan
smoke another f-ckin gram
gonna come right f-ckin down
light another cos i can
imma pop another xan
smoke another f-ckin gram
gonna come right f-ckin down
light another cos i can
[verse 2]
on the weekend yeah you’ll see me rob a best buy
always got my f-cking shooters they on standby
imma get these motherf-ckers on my speed dial
if you pull up on the sleepi gang you gonna die
[bridge]
imma pop another perc
leave you sinners in the dirt
leave you left for f-cking dead
that’s the last you ever heard
imma pop another perc
leave you sinners in the dirt
leave you left for f-cking dead
that’s the last you ever heard
[verse 3]
i don’t give a f-ck
b-tch i’m gonna speed it up
always getting faded
while you’re out here f-cking giving up
got some motivation just to rap and f-cking stir it up
i’m so done with pop i’m getting ready just to murder ya
[hook]
imma pop another xan
smoke another f-ckin gram
gonna come right f-ckin down
light another cos i can
imma pop another xan
smoke another f-ckin gram
gonna come right f-ckin down
light another cos i can
[verse 4]
b-tch i’m getting faded
bet my parents hate it
wanted me to get a 9 to 5 but i don’t rate it
b-tch i’m getting faded
bet my parents hate it
wanted me to get a 9 to 5 but i don’t rate it
b-tch i’m gonna f-cking k!ll it with this rapping sh-t
got myself an army and were calling it a f-cking clique
sleepi gang forever yeah we gonna f-cking run this b-tch
used to work at claire’s and selling jewelry to the little kids
now you see me flipping bricks up on the daily ay
gonna make some f-ckin hits, i’m on that f-ckin’ gravy train
got the good life on my way i’m always getting f-cking laid
got the b-tches chasing money, f-ck em when we on a date
[hook]
imma pop another xan
smoke another f-ckin gram
gonna come right f-ckin down
light another cos i can
imma pop another xan
smoke another f-ckin gram
gonna come right f-ckin down
light another cos i can
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