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fade remastered - yung dani lyrics

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(zid$dead verse)
run this city, and catch this fade
i’ll pierce your neck with a six-inch blade
sit in the cl-ssroom throwing that shade
and a n-gg- only mad ’cause he never get paid
n-gg- get mad, i’ma kick in his door
pull out the glock then he get on the floor
girl must play ’cause she know how to blow
yea the n-gg- only mad ’cause he never get dough

(yung dani verse)
sittin’ back
on my mac
your girl, she grab my b-llsack
then i hit her from the back
and i nut on her -ss crack

(zid$dead verse)
got a 6-inch blade
better run this fade
got a strap aiming at your motha’ f-cking face
shawty’s cup is laced
shawty taking pills
she can’t feel anything but this d-ck up in her face, yea

(yung dani verse)
swervin’ through the highway
b-tch i do it my way
you talking mad sh-t then we running the fade then i leave you laying sideways
take off my shirt
i know that it hurt
you were raising your fists now you lay on the dirt
you just like a bird
all of your words
sound like nothin’ but a bunch of chirps

(zid$dead verse)
aim at a n-gg- my money get big, yea
aim at a n-gg-, bruh he came like a twig, yea
taking a simpson, yea i’m taking a swig, yea
f-ckin’ lil’ shawty, she sucking my d-ck

(yung dani verse)
and you tryna catch this fade
a n-gg- boutta’ catch a case
pull out the .40 and glock, then i put in the mag, b-tch n-gg- i aim at your face
turn off your phone, don’t leave a trace
n-gg- step back and leave some sp-ce
me and my n-gg-s on ‘dat hood rat sh-t, so don’t tell me to stay safe

gang got all their straps, n-gg-
know that we don’t lack, n-gg-
never catch us at the front, we always in the back, n-gg-
you know my sh-t just slaps, n-gg-
in my world we trap, n-gg-
money in my pocket, now it’s looking really fat, n-gg-

running the one
b-tch i just won
i am your daddy and you are my son
no i’m not done
b-tch is you dumb
counting the digits and can’t find the sum
sippin’ on cardi, i be sippin’ on rum
smacking your head like it is a drum
broward county, florida, that’s where i’m from
boutta’ get it started i’m having some fun

(zid$dead verse)
got the shooters with me, yea shooters with me
yea yo’ b-tch wanna’ kiss me, yea yo’ b-tch wanna’ lick me
yea yo’ b-tch wanna’ lick at my sack
shoot a p-ssy f-ck n-gg- in the back
oh what, catch a fade thats a wrap
oh what, catch a fade thats a lack

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