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roy deezy - faded lyrics

[verse 1]
ay, two cups of my favorite
just bought a new crib and it’s sp+ces
came with a swimming pool full of grey goose and a few b+tches in the bas+m+nt
uh, i went to jail lookin’ like jaden
but i came home lookin’ like damon
i’m finna name my first tour rehab
‘cause a n+gga still goin’ through them stages
the price of fame, i done paid it
if it’s money to be made, i’ma chase it
i’m ballin’, n+gga, no agent
man, f+ck the world with an ace d+ck
and it don’t pay to be patient
i put in work like a day shift
and put holes in your face like jason
nah, i don’t miss, i’ve been workin’ on my aimin’
n+gga, i eyeball it, don’t weigh it
my team deep like the weigh+ins
i got a dance left in this wrist of mine and for that white girl i’ma save it (what up baby?)
i’m just tryna be frank like shameless
you n+ggas tryna be frank off shameless
man, word to the homie doug e. fresh (fresh)
everybody love me like raymond
diamonds all black, i’m a racist (racist)
ciroc comin’ in by the cases (cases)
i got a f+ckin’ bl+wj+b in the mornin’
and after random bullsh+t i prolly’ won’t make it
back to my black [?]
i talk money and these f+g n+ggas hate it
my last cut, i told 9milly “tape it”
i want mine now, n+gga, f+ck waitin’

[chorus]
n+gga, i’m faded
man, n+gga, i’m faded
uh, and i’m off two cups of my favorite
that ciroc, boy, i be fiendin’
i got a b+tch reppin’ that north end and she throw it up like [?]
n+gga, i’m faded
man, n+gga, i’m faded
uh, and i’m off two cups of my favorite
that ciroc, boy, i be fiendin’
i got a b+tch reppin’ that north end and she throw it up like [?]
n+gga, i’m faded

[verse 2]
[?] hard in the red thing
diamonds all in my necklace
the inside be peanut b+tter which is complimentin’ my red b+tch
champagne by the case
polo gs by the outlet
she swallow my d+ck by the hour, go, and she ain’t took it out of her mouth yet
every time i hit the club, i walk around like i own it
ballin’ out ain’t nothin’ to me, it’s right up my alley, bowlin’
straight shots, straight shots, where the f+ck is my driver at?
rolex state of mind, b+tch i ain’t got no time for that
i wake up [?] and go to sleep faded
baby girl, i don’t even f+ck sober
the backseat is my bedroom, so you know what i got in them cupholders
you know what i got in them cupholders, nah, i ain’t talkin’ bout club soda
pocket full of that white girl, when i’m in the club, that’s club soda

- roy deezy lyrics

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