Fast Life lyrics

by

Pastor Troy


[Chorus]
Got me living that fast life
I think a n*gga need to slow it down
Stack my paper get in and out
n*ggas know what I am talking about, yeah

[Verse One]
Oh, might take your golds
Oh, might take your sh*t
Leave me your dope and your girl
Might pimp on that b*tch
Got a tech and I'm sprayin
Look man, huh, I'm just sayin
Cause I'm smiling and bustin
Y'all b*tches think that I'm playin
From the home of the trill
Cadillac and wood wheel
Bodies dropping when I'm p--p-poppin up in your grill
Give a sh*t how you feel
b*tch I'm c*ckin to buck
We could fight or just bust off these slugs
I could give a f*ck, yeah!!

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
High gone off that dro
b*tch n*gga what you know
So sick of being po' and tired
Then tired then po'
So get on flo'
Hoe, give me your dough
Oh catch the b-blow
From this uh forty-fo'
Me I be so tr-trill
In this C-Coupe Deville
Tr-Tryin to s-stack up a m-mill
Before I g-g-get killed
Boys snortin them hills
Girls poppin them pills
Trying to buy some la-love
In this world through dollar bills, yeah!!
[Chorus]

[Bridge: repeat 2X]
Vibe to the beat
Bust a swisha sweet
Fill it up with dro
n*gga you know
What's about to take place in this smoked out atmosphere

[David Banner]
All my real n*ggas sing it loud
Smoke, smoke on
Get your swisha sweets n*gga and
Smoke on, smoke on

[Chorus]
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