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fast life - partyafter4 lyrics

[chorus]
i’m living that fast life
gotta keep on moving
she just wanna ball out
never been a groupie
wake up in the night time
dreaming got me out my mind

[verse 1]
i be getting no rest no
got the drip for every dress code
know some b*tches that would f*ck me for my louis vuitton, we ain’t really friends tho
wake up in the morning probably tripping on a dream, roll another back roll
not the type to go and lie about my f*ckin feels, i be speaking facts bro
swimming in the money, backstroke
i be posted with a bad hoe
swear these b*tches always come and go, but this one give me hope
mind on the money, don’t trust no soul
they just wanna see you broke
years go by and i’m still so cold
heartbreak sh*t no joke
you cannot come in my zone
when the timing is right i be switching my flows
and my time never stop cuz the clock keep ticking, right wrist rollie, left wrist hublot
tryna live long ain’t tryna die young
but the bottles keep coming and i keep popping sum
like a beat box son, never get the beat lost
i could probably go beat all your favourite preachers
gang pull up to the scene they like who are those?
smash bros, when i hit and pass it to the homie
my little b*tch she a freak freak
i do not need to go cheat cheat
she like me, she wanna ball out
we bout to stack it up tall now

[chorus x2]
i’m living that fast life
gotta keep on moving
she just wanna ball out
never been a groupie
wake up in the night time
dreaming got me out my mind

[verse 2]
i hit 200 my dash, check
i told that b*tch we would smash, check
i had to run to the bag, check
most of you b*tches is snakey and thirsty for clout and thats just a fact check
please do not talk to my ex she crazy as h*ll, she’ll tell you i’m heartless
i’m independent, 100 percentin’
i hop in the whip like from sp*ce i descended
givenchy my t and balmain on my zipper
if you had my taste you would need some investment
i shoot my shot even highly contested
i know you boys really not on my level
shawty she look like an angel, turn to the devil when we step inside the bedroom
yeah i be grinding like i’m from the ghetto
i keep it realer than real from the get go
hopeless romantic thought i was clear, you know my b*tch i be sending her petals

- partyafter4 lyrics

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