Too Faded lyrics

by

The Game


[Verse 1 : Game]
Hey yo I’m full of that purp
Can’t be f*cked with when I’m rollin’
I like that backwood up and put that sun roof in motion
I hit the block like what, them boys can’t f*ck with that phantom
Put them 6s down in buck kid, I f*ck with Atlanta
Got that huge blow and rocks up in this
Shining like the staple center lights when Kobe go for 40 looking like mike!
Don’t compare me to these rap n*ggas I’m not like ‘em, I swear to God
I did went through hurt before, Chris Humphrey my di*k big
You can ask the broads, I like my b*tch authentic no fake
Titties or ass
When she do I Ricky ruby on that ho, I pass
Since tall [?] f*cking with the lights out
When the sh*t on like a [?] I fight though
I don’t wanna fight though, wanna lose your life though
So pull a 38 on yeah, turn a n*gga mike on

Yeah, I’m f*cked up and they hating
Turn all these rap n*ggas into blood zulu nation
Yeah, soldiers, the diamonds in your chain
Bigger than that n*gga face and that’s foul, game

[Hook : Soulja Boy]
I’m f*cked up and I’m faded
I said I’m f*cked up and I’m faded
We got peach sirock syrup ‘tron, peach sirock syrup ‘tron, peach sirock syrup ‘tron
Faded, I’m faded, faded
She faded, faded, he faded, faded, we faded
Faded, faded, faded, faded, faded, I’m f*cked up
[Verse 2 : Soulja Boy]
Puff pop and I pass on, rich n*gga young as*h*le
f*ck you trying to tell me, go bars for the cash bro
I took charge and I went hard
Held it down for my f*ck squad
f*ck you n*ggas talk about
Time we bring them racks out
Welcome to my spaceship, that sh*t look like a trap house
Go ahead and bring the Benz out
Recoup your ho and we freezed up
Pound [?] that’s a beat up, 50 k on my sleeve bro
And I’m fresh f*ck and my sleeve up
These n*ggas riding won’t be us
Everyday we get the bump, riding round smokin’ grind
2012 red Bentley mean, gang driving through compton
Bad b*tches by the dozen, no police I ain’t coughing
And n*ggas saying they got swag
But it’s money gang or nothing
I’m high as f*ck see it in my eyes
Shouts out game that number 5
Fresh as f*ck till a n*gga die
Gonna write my name up in the sky
Fick you n*ggas talking bout, we get cash by large amounts
I’m f*cked up and I’m faded, got a mansion up in Las Vegas

[Hook]
I’m f*cked up and I’m faded
I said I’m f*cked up and I’m faded
We got peach sirock syrup ‘tron, peach sirock syrup ‘tron, peach sirock syrup ‘tron
Faded, I’m faded, faded
She faded, faded, he faded, faded, we faded
Faded, faded, faded, faded, faded, I’m f*cked up
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