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faded - roy deezy lyrics

[verse 1]
ay, two cups of my favorite
just bought a new crib and it’s sp*ces
came with a swimming pool full of grey goose and a few b*tches in the bas*m*nt
uh, i went to jail lookin’ like jaden
but i came home lookin’ like damon
i’m finna name my first tour rehab
‘cause a n*gga still goin’ through them stages
the price of fame, i done paid it
if it’s money to be made, i’ma chase it
i’m ballin’, n*gga, no agent
man, f*ck the world with an ace d*ck
and it don’t pay to be patient
i put in work like a day shift
and put holes in your face like jason
nah, i don’t miss, i’ve been workin’ on my aimin’
n*gga, i eyeball it, don’t weigh it
my team deep like the weigh*ins
i got a dance left in this wrist of mine and for that white girl i’ma save it (what up baby?)
i’m just tryna be frank like shameless
you n*ggas tryna be frank off shameless
man, word to the homie doug e. fresh (fresh)
everybody love me like raymond
diamonds all black, i’m a racist (racist)
ciroc comin’ in by the cases (cases)
i got a f*ckin’ bl*wj*b in the mornin’
and after random bullsh*t i prolly’ won’t make it
back to my black [?]
i talk money and these f*g n*ggas hate it
my last cut, i told 9milly “tape it”
i want mine now, n*gga, f*ck waitin’

[chorus]
n*gga, i’m faded
man, n*gga, i’m faded
uh, and i’m off two cups of my favorite
that ciroc, boy, i be fiendin’
i got a b*tch reppin’ that north end and she throw it up like [?]
n*gga, i’m faded
man, n*gga, i’m faded
uh, and i’m off two cups of my favorite
that ciroc, boy, i be fiendin’
i got a b*tch reppin’ that north end and she throw it up like [?]
n*gga, i’m faded

[verse 2]
[?] hard in the red thing
diamonds all in my necklace
the inside be peanut b*tter which is complimentin’ my red b*tch
champagne by the case
polo gs by the outlet
she swallow my d*ck by the hour, go, and she ain’t took it out of her mouth yet
every time i hit the club, i walk around like i own it
ballin’ out ain’t nothin’ to me, it’s right up my alley, bowlin’
straight shots, straight shots, where the f*ck is my driver at?
rolex state of mind, b*tch i ain’t got no time for that
i wake up [?] and go to sleep faded
baby girl, i don’t even f*ck sober
the backseat is my bedroom, so you know what i got in them cupholders
you know what i got in them cupholders, nah, i ain’t talkin’ bout club soda
pocket full of that white girl, when i’m in the club, that’s club soda

- roy deezy lyrics

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