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nate da'vinci - too fast lyrics

[intro: rizzo rizzo]
la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
its hot!, rizzo rizzo

[hook: rizzo rizzo}
i’m on molly, lean, and the xain
pour a 4 cause i’m the man
yo n-ggas hate cause he’s a fan
he ain’t really counting bands
foreign cars whippin’ fast
all you see is paper tags
i used to be broke and on my -ss
now i’m livin’ life too too fast
livin’ life, i’m too fast
livin’ life, i’m too fast
200 on the dash, oh my sauce i hope i don’t crash
bad b-tch with cl-ss
and she rollin’ gas back to back
livin’ life, it’s really too too fast

[verse 1: nate da’vinci]
live fast, die young, i don’t wanna die young
this weed purple as a plum
rollin’ blunt after blunt
to the top, from the slums
my situation had to elevate it
pre-meditated, i was seeking greatness
and you ain’t sh-t like you constipated
man, stop the hatin’, we know you hurtin’
3rd coast, where the act was birth
n-ggas talkin’, but they edge is worthless
money talkin’ if the act is workin’
my homie rollin’ with the 911
case she got to do some maple service
i ain’t really with the fraud sh-t
if you down, then you a target
we the realest on the market
hit the book and it’s an arcent
hard work with some dedication
pour the syrup on this medication
fast life be the cash life
i’m in this sh-t ’till my past life
i was gone all last night
blowin’ gas all last night

[hook: rizzo rizzo]

[verse 2: nate da’vinci]
i just feel some people change on me
’cause i’m in a different lane homie
we ain’t got the some pain homie
so i ain’t feeling what you sayin’ homie
that’s 100, man let’s be honest
my whole team been in trending topics
my migos said these hoes wishy washy
put ’em in rotation, they recycled
my stones cold i deserve a t-tle
i’m a stoner, hit ’em with the cycle
i’m the truth, hand on the bible
rizzo with me he ‘gon load the rifle
i’m a sinner, lord please forgive
smokin’ good like a f-ckin’ chimney
all these p-ssy n-ggas do is envy
when i make a milli, bomb ticks
cause all these n-ggas really b-tches
never conversate with snitches
wrote my check up ’till i’m out of digits
now i’m out in city like a politician
man they wanna hear me, r.i.p. lil’ dizzy
i’mma get it n-gga pay attention
f-ck them all if they sneak this
sweet jones i’mma keep it lit

[hook: rizzo rizzo]

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