[Verse 1: Tyga]
Young Nino, f*ck a b*tch in a peacoat
Carlito, Scarface, Al Pacino
Bun B though, Pimp C, R.I.P though
I goes deep in that pussy, Dan Marino
She wanna be the one, f*ck her to my own single
Break a b*tch heart, no future Miss Cleo
Snap back, au-au-automatic reload
Flyer than a f*cking beatle, you can't beat ‘em
Vampire f*ck up your evening
I pop up and eat lunch, leave you in the cement
Don't believe it, stripe like a f*cking adidas
The girl Selena, give a n*gga Beiber fever
Real f*cking hot, put it in park
Take a shot, higher than a tube sock
You a bop, give me top top, as I load the guap
Man these n*ggas say I'm fly but to her I'm God
[Hook]
I'm faded faded faded
My n*gga I'm faded faded faded [x7]
And I don't give a f*ck
[Verse 2: Tyga]
F*ck is up, n*gga's stomping in my Chucks
Yeah I make it rain dear, cause I'm all 'bout my bucks
Use the butt up in the front, d*ck up in her cunt
And I put her in her hole, holy, one, quat quat
Ergggh
Super McNasty, why you McLovin
When the b*tch call me daddy
Pimp no caddy, she wish she never had me
Treat her like a dog, called the b*tch Lessie
Young savvy, bang her like Cincinnati
Above average, f-fly like I'm Aladdin
They bend backwards, done the pussy at them
I'm Ben Wallace, dunk up in your basket
Balls in the air, no games, I'm serious, double dare
There's too many b*tches, why these n*ggas wanna stare
Pat Ron up in here, this ain't no beer
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Mama, there go that monster
Abracadabra, Magic Johnson
My motherf*cking doctor, said I need a doctor
So I called house, now I am a pill popper
Faded like skinnys, Young Money we winning
I told her if I change, she won't get a penny
Milking this sh*t, pregnant b*tch titties
Bringing home the bacon, I'm f*ckin' Miss Piggy
Loaded like a semi, send me naked pictures
She knows my dick, call that n*gga Richard
Prior to me coming, I had to stick my thumb in
Her ass one time, smell my finger make you vomit
Flyer than a hornet, the shoe fit I worn it
She tried to jack me off, can't beat it, join it
Tunechi, punechi, that what she call it
Flag Scarlett, I killed it, mourned it
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