Soulja Boy, The Game - Too Faded lyrics
[Soulja Boy, The Game - Too Faded lyrics]
Hey yo I’m full of that purp
Can’t be fucked with when I’m rollin’
I like that backwood up and put
That sun roof in motion
I hit the block like what
Them boys can’t fuck with that phantom
Put them 6s down in buck kid
I fuck with Atlanta
Got that huge blow and rocks up in this
Shining like the staple center
Lights when Kobe
Go for 40 looking like mike!
Don’t compare me to these rap
Niggas I’m not like ‘em, i swear to God
I did went through hurt before
Chris Humphrey my dick big
You can ask the broads
I like my bitch authentic no fake
Titties or ass
When she do I Ricky ruby on that ho, I pass
Since tall fucking with the lights out
When the shit on like a I fight though
I don’t wanna fight though
Wanna lose your life though
So pull a 38 on yeah, turn a nigga mike on
Yeah, I’m fucked up and they hating
Turn all these rap niggas
Into blood zulu nation
Yeah, soldiers, the diamonds in your chain
Bigger than that nigga face and that’s foul
Game
I’m fucked up and I’m faded
I said I’m fucked up and I’m faded
We got peach sirock syrup ‘tron
Peach sirock syrup ‘tron
Peach sirock syrup ‘tron
Faded, I’m faded, faded
She faded, faded, he faded, faded, we faded
Faded, faded, faded, faded, faded
I’m fucked up
Puff pop and I pass on
Rich nigga young asshole
Fuck you trying to tell me
Go bars for the cash bro
I took charge and I went hard
Held it down for my fuck squad
Fuck you niggas talk about
Time we bring them racks out
Welcome to my spaceship
That shit look like a trap house
Go ahead and bring the Benz out
Recoup your ho and we freezed up
Pound that’s a beat up, 50 k on my sleeve bro
And I’m fresh fuck and my sleeve up
These niggas riding won’t be us
Everyday we get the bump
Riding round smokin’ grind
2012 red Bentley mean
Gang driving through compton
Bad bitches by the dozen
No police I ain’t coughing
And niggas saying they got swag
But it’s money gang or nothing
I’m high as fuck see it in my eyes
Shouts out game that number 5
Fresh as fuck till a nigga die
Gonna write my name up in the sky
Fick you niggas talking bout
We get cash by large amounts
I’m fucked up and I’m faded
Got a mansion up in Las Vegas
I’m fucked up and I’m faded
I said I’m fucked up and I’m faded
We got peach sirock syrup ‘tron
Peach sirock syrup ‘tron
Peach sirock syrup ‘tron
Faded, I’m faded, faded
She faded, faded, he faded, faded, we faded
Faded, faded, faded, faded, faded
I’m fucked up
Can’t be fucked with when I’m rollin’
I like that backwood up and put
That sun roof in motion
I hit the block like what
Them boys can’t fuck with that phantom
Put them 6s down in buck kid
I fuck with Atlanta
Got that huge blow and rocks up in this
Shining like the staple center
Lights when Kobe
Go for 40 looking like mike!
Don’t compare me to these rap
Niggas I’m not like ‘em, i swear to God
I did went through hurt before
Chris Humphrey my dick big
You can ask the broads
I like my bitch authentic no fake
Titties or ass
When she do I Ricky ruby on that ho, I pass
Since tall fucking with the lights out
When the shit on like a I fight though
I don’t wanna fight though
Wanna lose your life though
So pull a 38 on yeah, turn a nigga mike on
Yeah, I’m fucked up and they hating
Turn all these rap niggas
Into blood zulu nation
Yeah, soldiers, the diamonds in your chain
Bigger than that nigga face and that’s foul
Game
I’m fucked up and I’m faded
I said I’m fucked up and I’m faded
We got peach sirock syrup ‘tron
Peach sirock syrup ‘tron
Peach sirock syrup ‘tron
Faded, I’m faded, faded
She faded, faded, he faded, faded, we faded
Faded, faded, faded, faded, faded
I’m fucked up
Puff pop and I pass on
Rich nigga young asshole
Fuck you trying to tell me
Go bars for the cash bro
I took charge and I went hard
Held it down for my fuck squad
Fuck you niggas talk about
Time we bring them racks out
Welcome to my spaceship
That shit look like a trap house
Go ahead and bring the Benz out
Recoup your ho and we freezed up
Pound that’s a beat up, 50 k on my sleeve bro
And I’m fresh fuck and my sleeve up
These niggas riding won’t be us
Everyday we get the bump
Riding round smokin’ grind
2012 red Bentley mean
Gang driving through compton
Bad bitches by the dozen
No police I ain’t coughing
And niggas saying they got swag
But it’s money gang or nothing
I’m high as fuck see it in my eyes
Shouts out game that number 5
Fresh as fuck till a nigga die
Gonna write my name up in the sky
Fick you niggas talking bout
We get cash by large amounts
I’m fucked up and I’m faded
Got a mansion up in Las Vegas
I’m fucked up and I’m faded
I said I’m fucked up and I’m faded
We got peach sirock syrup ‘tron
Peach sirock syrup ‘tron
Peach sirock syrup ‘tron
Faded, I’m faded, faded
She faded, faded, he faded, faded, we faded
Faded, faded, faded, faded, faded
I’m fucked up