CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Faded
Ay, two cups of my favorite
Just bought a new crib and it’s spaces
Came with a swimming pool full of Grey Goose and a few b*t*hes in the basement
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***a 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***a, no agent
Man, f**k the world with an ace d**k
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***a, 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***as 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**kin’ blowjob in the mornin’
And after random bullsh*t I prolly’ won’t make it
Back to my black [?]
I talk money and these fag n***as hate it
My last cut, I told 9Milly “Tape it”
I want mine now, n***a, f**k waitin’
n***a, I’m faded
Man, n***a, I’m faded
Uh, and I’m off two cups of my favorite
That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin’
I got a b*t*h reppin’ that north end and she throw it up like [?]
n***a, I’m faded
Man, n***a, I’m faded
Uh, and I’m off two cups of my favorite
That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin’
I got a b*t*h reppin’ that north end and she throw it up like [?]
n***a, I’m faded
hard in the red thing
Diamonds all in my necklace
The inside be peanut butter which is complimentin’ my red b*t*h
Champagne by the case
Polo Gs by the outlet
She swallow my d**k 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**k is my driver at?
Rolex state of mind, b*t*h I ain’t got no time for that
I wake up [?] and go to sleep faded
Baby girl, I don’t even f**k 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
n***a, I’m faded
Man, n***a, I’m faded
Uh, and I’m off two cups of my favorite
That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin’
I got a b*t*h reppin’ that north end and she throw it up like [?]
n***a, I’m faded
Man, n***a, I’m faded
Uh, and I’m off two cups of my favorite
That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin’
I got a b*t*h reppin’ that north end and she throw it up like [?]
n***a, I’m faded
Just bought a new crib and it’s spaces
Came with a swimming pool full of Grey Goose and a few b*t*hes in the basement
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***a 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***a, no agent
Man, f**k the world with an ace d**k
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***a, 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***as 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**kin’ blowjob in the mornin’
And after random bullsh*t I prolly’ won’t make it
Back to my black [?]
I talk money and these fag n***as hate it
My last cut, I told 9Milly “Tape it”
I want mine now, n***a, f**k waitin’
n***a, I’m faded
Man, n***a, I’m faded
Uh, and I’m off two cups of my favorite
That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin’
I got a b*t*h reppin’ that north end and she throw it up like [?]
n***a, I’m faded
Man, n***a, I’m faded
Uh, and I’m off two cups of my favorite
That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin’
I got a b*t*h reppin’ that north end and she throw it up like [?]
n***a, I’m faded
hard in the red thing
Diamonds all in my necklace
The inside be peanut butter which is complimentin’ my red b*t*h
Champagne by the case
Polo Gs by the outlet
She swallow my d**k 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**k is my driver at?
Rolex state of mind, b*t*h I ain’t got no time for that
I wake up [?] and go to sleep faded
Baby girl, I don’t even f**k 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
n***a, I’m faded
Man, n***a, I’m faded
Uh, and I’m off two cups of my favorite
That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin’
I got a b*t*h reppin’ that north end and she throw it up like [?]
n***a, I’m faded
Man, n***a, I’m faded
Uh, and I’m off two cups of my favorite
That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin’
I got a b*t*h reppin’ that north end and she throw it up like [?]
n***a, I’m faded
