Tyga - Faded ft. Lil Wayne Lyrics

[Tyga:]
Young Mino, f-ck a b-tch in a peeko
Carlito, scarface, al pacino
Bombidull, p-mp c, arpedo
I goes deep in that p-ssy, the marino
She wanna be the one, f-ck her to my own single
Break the b-tch hard, no future miss clio
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, do you wanna see me
Don’t believe it, try black and f-ck her didas
They gone selena, give a n-gga a bee latifah

Real f-ck-ng hot, put it in park
Take a shot, hard, and the tube side
Use a bob, give me top top, as I load the wag
Men these n-ggas say i’m fly but to her i’m died

[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 truck
See I make it rain, dear, cause i’m all by my bucks
You support them in the front, d-ck up in her cunt
And I put her in her hole, holy, one, quat quat

[Lil' Wayne:]
Super McNasty, why you make love
When the b-tch call me daddy
Pimp no paddy, 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 bear wallas, dunk up in your basket

[Tyga:]
Balls in the air, no games,
I’m serious, double dare
There’s too many b-tches,
Why these n-ggas wanna stare
Pad run, nothing here
N-gga this ain’t no beer

[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

[Lil' Wayne:]
Mama, there go that mustang
Abracadabra, magic johnson
My mother f-ck-ng doctor
Said I need a doctor
So I called house,
……
Faded like skinnys
Young money we winning
I told her if a change
She won’t get a …
Milking that sh-t, pregnant b-tch tities
Bringing home the bagel
I’m f-ck-ng miss piggy
Loaded like a simi, simi that can pinch us
She knows my d-ck, she call it n-gga rigid
Prior to me coming, I had to stick my stomach
I asked one time, smell my finger make you vomit
Flyer than a harnet …, I worn it
She tried to j-ck me off, can’t beat it, join it
Dolce, pucci, how would 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