Faded
by Tyga

Album: Careless World: Rise of the Last King (2012)
Charted: 33
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  • Ah, 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
    Snapback, au-au-automatic reload
    Flyer than a fucking beetle, 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-didas
    The gun Selena, give a nigga Bieber fever
    Real fucking hot, put it in park take a shot, higher than a tube sock
    You's a bop, give me top top, as I load the guap
    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, nigga's stomping in my Chucks
    Yeah I make it reindeer, cause I'm all about my bucks
    Use the butt up in the front, dick up in her cunt
    And I put it in her hole, hole in one, putt putt ergh
    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, called the bitch Lassie
    Young savvy, bang her like Cincinnati
    Above average, f-fly like I'm Aladdin
    They bend backwards, th-throw 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, nigga this ain't no beer

    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

    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 skinny's, 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, sen' me naked pictures
    She knows my dick, she call that nigga Richard
    Prior to me coming, 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
    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 Writer/s: DONTE BLACKSHER, DWAYNE CARTER, MICHAEL STEVENSON
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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