Too Faded (feat. Game)

Soulja Boy

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    Hey yo I'm full of that purp
    Can't be f-cked 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 f-ck with that phantom
    Put them 6s down in buck kid, I f-ck 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 d!ck big
    You can ask the broads, I like my b!tch authentic no fake
    t!tties or ass
    When she do I Ricky ruby on that hoe, I pass
    since tall .. f-cking 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 f-cked 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

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    I'm f-cked up and I'm faded
    I said I'm f-cked 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 f-cked up

    Puff pop and I pass on, rich nigga young asshole
    F-ck you trying to tell me, go bars for the cash bro
    I took charge and I went hard
    Held it down for my f-ck squad
    F-ck 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 hoe and we freezed up
    Pound … that's a beat up, 50 k on my sleeve bro
    And I'm fresh f-ck 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 b!tches 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 f-ck see it in my eyes
    Shouts out game that number 5
    Fresh as f-ck till a nigga die
    Gonna write my name up in the sky
    F-ck you niggas talking bout, we get cash by large amounts
    I'm f-cked up and I'm faded, got a mansion up in Las Vegas

    I'm f-cked up and I'm faded
    I said I'm f-cked 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 f-cked up

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