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tory lanez – faded (freestyle) lyrics

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faded (freestyle)

i’m stunnin got a b-tch c-mmin
whip doors peel like a mothaf-ckin onion
know a n-gg- higher than the whole grand canyon
break a tree down like my name paul bunyon
rude broad with me gotta try new things
lil n-gg- fly like i tried two wings
playground p-ssy try to ride new springs
and i made her sit on it like my new swing
do that, b-tch n-gg- you that
i be gettin brain, you be tryna pursue that
that my old book and you be tryna renew that
f-ck n-gg- who that, know it ain’t me though
lookin for a husband you know it ain’t me hoe
tryna get the green but no it ain’t cee-lo
stuntin is a habit
diamond carrot like a rabbit
n-gg-s and these b-tches ratchet
got your b-tch inside my basket
man i’m a f-ckin g, a mothaf-ckin g
you can be the one i’m f-ckin but you still can f-ck with me
my life a plus and my chicks a double d
and i’m reppin sls til the death, n-gg- we be
stuntin in the mall
tints on the back from the front a n-gg- bald
b-tch on my back i’m a beast i’m a dawg, f-ckin warthog
this a feast, this a ball, let a n-gg- ride
this that east side west end sh-t n-gg-s crave on
let a n-gg- guap raise on til the day gone
n-gg-s at the top better have they game face on
i be at the hot spot swave with the lace on
let a n-gg- be tho
everything big from the d-ck to the ego
8 n-gg-s tryna send shots, reload
homie you can have her, i don’t touch stee hoes
skeet skeet skeet
n-gg-s cheat cheat cheat
and i’m movin these hoes like beep
money so long man this a nice streak
waiter in a thong tell her bring the iced tea
talk on the road is that your wifey
talk on the road is that she like me
nice got that cocoa like they ice-t
how you f-ckin n-gg-s tryna be they wifey
bust that p-ssy open like a bad one
send them hoes home when the cab come
tell them stupid n-gg-s take a nap son
yall ain’t shootin to kill, captain
baby say i’m better than the average
claimin sh-ll be better than my last b-tch
i told her you cant be my f-ckin lady
cuz right now i’m f-ckin swavey

i’m f-ckin swavey n-gg-
i’m so swavey that your b-tch wanna date me
and i’m lookin like a lazy motherf-cker on my couch
b-tches like ouch, come and get a n-gg- cheese like a mouse
b-tches on my d-ck and i’m all in they house
all in your fridge cuz i need a sandwich
back to the neverland ranch back again
with a tuna sandwich
and i ain’t talkin money like who the man is



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