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fast lane - tc b1ly lyrics

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[hook]
living life in the fast lane, money at a fast pace
in my kitchen whipping up grub till my back aches
gang got fat treys, shoot up the d*mn place
i’ve got cargo in that ship man, i hope that it lands safe
living life in the fast lane, money at a fast pace
in my kitchen whipping up grub till my back aches
gang got fat treys, shoot up the d*mn place
i’ve got cargo in that ship man, i hope that it lands safe

[verse 1]
i’ve been blowing paper on some mad things
all the shootings that we did got the gang on the landing
bro blammed him and then threw away the hand ting
i was in my bando with a pyrex doing hand spins
i seen feds on the ends, told diddy wrap the benz
what i’ve got in the car, deffo looking at a ten
i break a brick into z’s or a fish into pebs
get caught by my goons then it’s more than attempt
my nitty got one leg so he’s hopping to score
i could take the p*ss and not open the door
but i ain’t tryna get bagged all cause i’m bored
i drip out the stores and let ’em slip on my sauce
bitcoin just dropped so a kilo costs more now
no satnav to o.t., i’ve got my own route
same dinger getting rinsed, gear stick worn out
just getting started, there’s no way imma slow down
[hook]
living life in the fast lane, money at a fast pace
in my kitchen whipping up grub till my back aches
gang got fat treys, shoot up the d*mn place
i’ve got cargo in that ship man, i hope that it lands safe
living life in the fast lane, money at a fast pace
in my kitchen whipping up grub till my back aches
gang got fat treys, shoot up the d*mn place
i’ve got cargo in that ship man, i hope that it lands safe

[verse 2]
feds just posted a pic of my runner
saying that he’s lost, he’s been missing for the summer
eating kfc every day, makes a one*er
he’s l!cking off sales, he ain’t missing his mother
big ak’s and they ain’t far away
we’ve got different treys and they don’t sound the same
don’t test the luck, we be testing our aim
i always feel dizzy when i’m pressing the caine
flood the streets with pakis, with guns like iraqis
i was stressing in my bando, i was smoking on some baccy
i’ve been buj boy since the day i f*cking hugged the strip
bro turned his phone off and lit up the f*cking strip
i sp*nked twenty bags same day that he came in
i buss so fast i don’t know if i came in
told my sale “walk straight past”, he was flaming
cat took a hit, he’s in the corner now shaking
[hook]
living life in the fast lane, money at a fast pace
in my kitchen whipping up grub till my back aches
gang got fat treys, shoot up the d*mn place
i’ve got cargo in that ship man, i hope that it lands safe
living life in the fast lane, money at a fast pace
in my kitchen whipping up grub till my back aches
gang got fat treys, shoot up the d*mn place
i’ve got cargo in that ship man, i hope that it lands safe

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