a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

quacee - faded lyrics

[chorus: quacee & drediii2tactt]
(quacee, you crazy)
uh, i just f+cked this b+tch
feelin’ off the xan, now i’m feelin’ kinda rich
feelin’ off the xan, now i’m finna take a trip
wanna be my bae, i told that b+tch to suck my d+ck
runnin’ through the city, yeah, you know i got my pipe
if you k!ll my mans, then i’m huntin’ your whole tribe
thought she was a catfish, i’m like, “do you wanna skype?”
sippin’ on this codeine, floatin’ in the sky
b+tch, i’m floatin’ in the sky
smokin’ on this good gas, yeah, i’m really high
b+tch, i’m off a 30, hope that i don’t die
and my sprite is dirty, n+gga, i don’t lie
feds tappin’ my phone, hit me up on skype
she wanna f+ck with a demon, baby, come see what it’s like
2100, but twice, that’s the block that i’m on
got booked for the stolie, i was out on bond

[verse: quacee & drediii2tactt]
i’m anxious, 30 round drum, that’s my side clip (yeah)
60 round drum for my main clip
b+tch tryna get freaky in thе sheets and in the blankets
i asked you for forgivеness, ’cause you know i was mistaken
said he in the streets, but i know that n+gga fakin’
smokin’ on this good weed, feel like a jamaican
you claimin’ that’s your b+tch, but she in my room naked
he ain’t gettin’ bread, and that’s probably why he hatin’
smokin’ on this good weed, you know i’mma face it
smokin’ on this good weed, you know that i’m faded
if you talkin’ hot, we keep the steels, like we stainless
i just popped a perky, now i’m feelin’ brainless
[chorus: quacee & drediii2tactt]
uh, i just f+cked this b+tch
feelin’ off the xan, now i’m feelin’ kinda rich
feelin’ off the xan, now i’m finna take a trip
wanna be my bae, i told that b+tch to suck my d+ck
runnin’ through the city, yeah, you know i got my pipe
if you k!ll my mans, then i’m huntin’ your whole tribe
thought she was a catfish, i’m like, “do you wanna skype?”
sippin’ on this codeine, floatin’ in the sky
b+tch, i’m floatin’ in the sky
smokin’ on this good gas, yeah, i’m really high
b+tch, i’m off a 30, hope that i don’t die
and my sprite is dirty, n+gga, i don’t lie
feds tappin’ my phone, hit me up on skype
she wanna f+ck with a demon, baby, come see what it’s like
2100, but twice, that’s the block that i’m on
got booked for the stolie, i was out on bond

- quacee lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS