Issue No 119 Faded Lyrics


Faded by Issue No. 119

[Intro]
I said I can't be faded
(Uh, I'm coming down!)
Hey, BGA, I'm G, nigga
Big KRIT, what up?
H town sitting in my crooked, nigga
I'm coming down!

Hey! Some' call it swing (swing)
Candy shining like a god on a chain
' way like chain butler Smith
Shit crazy, I'm Caucasian, I speak
Forest Gump, I used to run for the Lincolns (Link)
Busting George for presidential, I'm thinking
Drunk shaken while the seeds fly breaking
Bad bitch, pussy, where is the pain?
Mayo and mustard, rap the gorillas
Say mayo and mustard, we're rapping them pillows, say
(Dead me!)
'trip came backing by the six foe
Customized trunk, put the words where the speakers go!

Hook:
I can't be faded!
(I'm coming down!)
Super clean, old school' baby
(I'm coming down!)
I said, I'm ghetto famous
(Coming down!)
..all these squares hating
Cause I can't be faded

Swanging babe with my trunk high
Can't 'my trunk now
Slamming doors on the' hoes
Forever pimping and the world stop
From the' time, take it worldwide across the globe
Pulling stunts when I'm oversees
Till I smoke the weed, and keep it' so I can lean'
Coming down, but I ain't'
All the pieces when I break 'em all!
Eyes green on my Kush, it's supreme on the '
Super fly! '
' my car show it!
Top drop, don't need beach today
Kids are fly, I do the crone way
.. cause I bought cake
But that's your bitch, she didn't even say
Girlfriend, she'll leave in a day
Come on, dear hoe, fuck it in a way!
But I know score, it's super tight
Say 9 to 4, been a king say 8 to 6
Feel like a wounds trying to break a bitch
This big crib and I

Hook:
I can't be faded!
(I'm coming down!)
Super clean, old school' baby
(I'm coming down!)
I said, I'm ghetto famous
(Ghetto star, man,
Coming down!)
..all these squares hating
Cause I can't be faded

My self-esteem at the roof when I pull up in that coop
Top go, no crone, while I slide down the loop!
Our muddy cup sipping while my whip pain dripping
Bad bitch on my phone, asking why I'm tripping.
The plate say Texas, Texas say Holdin
.. on my car, ' ill dwag!
Roofless, the sun not so useless!
Make a bitch gimmie brain like she toothless! I do this!
Windows down with the snow blowing
High as the sky, so ain't no telling how slow we're going.
I'm still' knowing that my slayer be the menace
This shit might be the'.
But my old school the cleanest!
Behold, bitch!

Hook:
I can't be faded!
(I'm coming down!)
Super clean, old school' baby
(I'm coming down!)
I said, I'm get on'
(I'm coming down!)
..all these squares hating
Cause I can't be faded

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