Tyga - Faded ft. LIL WAYNE

Lyrics:

Young Nino, f-ck a b-tch in a peacoatCarlito, scarface, al pacinoBun-B though, pimp c, r.i.p thoughI goes deep in that p-ssy, Dan MarinoShe wanna be the one, f-ck her to my own singleBreak a b-tch heart, no future miss cleoSnap back, a-a-automatic reloadFlyer than a f-ck-ng beatle, you can't beat 'emVampire f-ck up your eveningI pop up and eat lunch, leave you in the cementDon't believe it, stripe like a f-ck-ng didasThe gun selena, give a n-gga bieber feverReal f-ck-ng hot, put it in parkTake a shot, higher than a tube sockYou a bop, give me top top, as I load the guapMan these n-ggas say i'm fly but to her i'm god[Hook]I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded fadedAnd I don't give a f-ck[Tyga]F-ck is up, n-gga's stomping in my chucksyeah I make it rain, dear, cause i'm all by my bucksUse the butt up in the front, d-ck up in her cuntAnd I put it in her hole, hole in one, putt puttAHHHHHHS-Super McNasty, why you McLovingWhen the b-tch call me daddyPimp no caddy, she wish she never had meTreat her like a dog, called the b-tch lassyYoung savvy, bang her like cincinattiAbove average, f-fly like i'm aladdinThey bend backwards, throw the p-ssy at themI'm ben wallace, dunk up in your basketBalls in the air, no games,I'm serious, double dareThere's too many b-tches,[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/faded-lyrics-tyga.html ]Why these n-ggas wanna starePatron up in hereN-gga this ain't no beer[Hook]I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded fadedAnd I don't give a f-ck[Lil' Wayne]Mama, there go that monsterAbracadabra, magic johnsonMy motherf-ck-ng doctorSaid I need a doctorSo I called house,Now I am a pill popperFaded like skinnysYoung Money we winningI told her if I changeShe won't get a pennyMilking that sh-t, pregnant b-tch titiesBringing home the baconI'm f-ck-ng miss piggyLoaded like a semi, send me naked picturesShe knows my d-ck, she call that n-gga RichardPrior to me cumming, I had to stick thumb in, her assone time, smell my finger make you vomitFlyer than a hornet, the shoe fit I worn itShe tried to j-ck me off, can't beat it, join itTunechi, punechi, ever she call it,Flag scarlett, I killed it, mourn it[Hook]Faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded fadedAnd I don't give a f-ck