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<strong>Tyga - Faded Lyrics (Feat. Lil Wayne)</strong>

[Tyga]
 Young Nino, f-ck a b-tch in a peacot
 Carlito, scarface, al pacino
 Bun B do, p-mp c, arpedo
 I goes deep in that p-ssy, Dan Marino
 She wanna be the one, f-ck her to my own single
 Break a b-tch hard, no future miss cleo
 Snap back, automatic reload
 Flyer than a f-ck-ng beatle, you can't beat 'em
 Vampire f-ck-d up your evening
 I pop up and eat lunch, leave you in the cement
 Don't believe it, stripe like a f-ck-ng adidas
 The gun selena, give a n-gga bieber fever

Real f-ck-ng 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
 Men 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
 My n-gga I'm faded faded faded
 My n-gga I'm faded faded faded
 My n-gga I'm faded faded faded
 My n-gga I'm faded faded faded
 My n-gga I'm faded faded faded
 My n-gga I'm faded faded faded

And I don't give a f-ck

[Tyga]
 F-ck is up, n-gga's stomping in my chucks
 See I make it rain, dear, cause i'm all by 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

Super McNasty, why you McLoving
 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 lassy
 Young savvy, bang her like cincinatti
 Above average, fly like i'm aladdin
 They bend backwards, done the p-ssy 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
 N-gga this ain't no beer

And I don't give a f-ck

[Lil' Wayne]
 Mama, there go that monster
 Abracadabra, magic johnson
 My motherf-ck-ng 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 a change
 She won't get a penny
 Milking that sh-t, pregnant b-tch tities
 Bringing home the bacon
 I'm f-ck-ng miss piggy
 Loaded like a semi, semi naked pictures
 She knows my d-ck, she call it n-gga rigid
 Prior to me coming, I had to stick thumb in
 I asked one time, smell my finger make you vomit
 Flyer than a hornet, the shoe fit I worn it
 She tried to j-ck me off, can't beat it, join it
 Tunechi, punechi that what she call it,
 Flag scarlett, I killed it, mourned it

[Hook]
 Faded faded faded
 My n-gga I'm faded faded faded
 My n-gga I'm faded faded faded
 My n-gga I'm faded faded faded
 My n-gga I'm faded faded faded
 My n-gga I'm faded faded faded
 My n-gga I'm faded faded faded
 My n-gga I'm faded faded faded

And I don't give a f-ck

[Lyrics to Faded performed by Tyga (Feat. Lil Wayne)]

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