Faded
Ha-ha-ha
I don't even give a fuck
Shit (ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ha)
Young Nino, fuck a bitch in a pea coat
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 heart, no future Miss Cleo
Snap back, au-au-automatic reload
Flyer than a fucking beetle, you can't beat 'em (ha)
Vampire fuck up your evening
I pop up and eat lunch, leave you in the cement
Don't believe it, stripe like A-fucking-didas
The gun Selena, give a nigga Bieber fever (hah-hah)
Real fucking hot, put it in pot
Take a shot, higher than a tube sock
You's a bop, give me top-top, as I load the whop
Man these niggas say I'm fly but to her, I'm God
I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded
And I don't give a fuck
Fuck is up? Niggas stomping in my Chucks
Yeah, I make it rain dear 'cause I'm all about my bucks
Use the butt, I'm in the front, dick-dick up in her cunt
And I put it in her hole, hole in one, putt-putt, errgh
S-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 (dog), called the bitch Lassie (ha)
Young savvy, bang her like Cincinnati
Above average, f-fly like I'm Aladdin
They bend backwards, throw-throw the pussy at them
I'm Ben Wallace, dunk up in your basket (ha-ha)
Uh-uh, balls in the air
No games, I'm serious, double dare
There's too many bitches, why these niggas wanna stare
Patrón up in here, nigga this ain't no beer
I'm faded, faded, faded (yeah)
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded (yeah)
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded
And I don't give a fuck
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 titties
Bringing home the bacon, I'm fucking Miss Piggy
Loaded like a semi, send me naked pictures
She knows my dick, she call that nigga Richard
Prior to me cumming, I had to stick my thumb in
Her ass 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, coochie, that what she call it
Flag scarlet, I killed it, mournin'
I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded (Young Mula baby!)
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded
And I don't give a fuck
I don't even give a fuck
Shit (ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ha)
Young Nino, fuck a bitch in a pea coat
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 heart, no future Miss Cleo
Snap back, au-au-automatic reload
Flyer than a fucking beetle, you can't beat 'em (ha)
Vampire fuck up your evening
I pop up and eat lunch, leave you in the cement
Don't believe it, stripe like A-fucking-didas
The gun Selena, give a nigga Bieber fever (hah-hah)
Real fucking hot, put it in pot
Take a shot, higher than a tube sock
You's a bop, give me top-top, as I load the whop
Man these niggas say I'm fly but to her, I'm God
I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded
And I don't give a fuck
Fuck is up? Niggas stomping in my Chucks
Yeah, I make it rain dear 'cause I'm all about my bucks
Use the butt, I'm in the front, dick-dick up in her cunt
And I put it in her hole, hole in one, putt-putt, errgh
S-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 (dog), called the bitch Lassie (ha)
Young savvy, bang her like Cincinnati
Above average, f-fly like I'm Aladdin
They bend backwards, throw-throw the pussy at them
I'm Ben Wallace, dunk up in your basket (ha-ha)
Uh-uh, balls in the air
No games, I'm serious, double dare
There's too many bitches, why these niggas wanna stare
Patrón up in here, nigga this ain't no beer
I'm faded, faded, faded (yeah)
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded (yeah)
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded
And I don't give a fuck
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 titties
Bringing home the bacon, I'm fucking Miss Piggy
Loaded like a semi, send me naked pictures
She knows my dick, she call that nigga Richard
Prior to me cumming, I had to stick my thumb in
Her ass 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, coochie, that what she call it
Flag scarlet, I killed it, mournin'
I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded (Young Mula baby!)
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded, faded
My nigga I'm faded, faded
And I don't give a fuck
Credits
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Michael Stevenson, Donte Eugene Blacksher
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