TYGA – FADED (SINGLE) LYRICS

TygaTYGA - FADED (SINGLE) LYRICS

[feat. Lil Wayne]

[Tyga:]

Young Nino, fuck a bitch in a peacoat

Carlito, Scarface, Al Pacino

Bun B though, Pimp C, R.I.P though

I goes deep in that pussy, Dan Marino

She wanna be the one, fuck her to my own single

Break a bitch hard, no future Miss Cleo

Snap back, au-au-automatic reload

Flyer than a fucking beatle, you can’t beat ’em

Vampire fuck up your evening

I pop up and eat lunch, leave you in the cement

Don’t believe it, stripe like a fucking adidas

The gun Selena, give a nigga Beiber fever

Real fucking hot, put it in park

Take a shot, higher than a tube sock

You a bop, give me top top, as I load the guap

Man these niggas say I’m fly but to her I’m God

[Hook:]

I’m faded faded faded

My nigga I’m faded faded faded [x7]

And I don’t give a fuck

[Tyga:]

Fuck is up, nigga’s stomping in my Chucks

Yeah I make it rain dear, cause I’m all ’bout my bucks

Use the butt up in the front, dick up in her cunt

And I put her in her hole, holy, one, quat quat

Ergggh

Super McNasty, why you McLovin

When the bitch call me daddy

Pimp no caddy, she wish she never had me

Treat her like a dog, called the bitch Lassy

Young savvy, bang her like Cincinatti

Above average, f-fly like I’m Aladdin

They bend backwards, done the pussy at them

I’m Ben Wallace, dunk up in your basket

Balls in the air, no games, I’m serious, double dare

There’s too many bitches, Why these niggas wanna stare

Pat Ron up in here, This ain’t no beer

[Hook]

[Lil’ Wayne:]

Mama, there go that monster

Abracadabra, Magic Johnson

My motherfucking doctor, said I need a doctor

So I called house, now I am a pill popper

Faded like skinnys, Young Money we winning

I told her if I change, she won’t get a penny

Milking this shit, pregnant bitch tities

Bringing home the bacon, I’m fuckin’ Miss Piggy

Loaded like a semi, semi naked pictures

She knows my dick, she call it nigga Richard

Prior to me coming, I had to stick my thumb in

I asked one time, smell my finger make you vomit

Flyer than a hornet, the shoe fit I worn it

She tried to jack me off, can’t beat it, join it

Tunechi, punechi, that what she call it

Flag Scarlett, I killed it, mourned it

[Hook]

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