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Rob $tone - Too Faded Lyrics



Rob $tone - Too Faded Lyrics
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[ Featuring P-Lo ]

I been getting too faded
Flirting with a bitch too brazy
In a tail getting bent no chaser
All the hoes no chasing
Smoking out the 'Wood no paper
I dip on a bitch, what flavor?
She a dud, won't save her
I don't love the bitch I hate her
Y'all ain't taking risks
I'm taking what I'm living, like greatness
Can't understand my haters
I can't understand if it ain't about paper
Move scraper, stepping on a bitch white gators
When she dancing on my dick
Can't see her hips stop shaking
I'm attacking and spazzing until my dick start aching
I'ma pass it not bag it, there ain't a bitch I'm dating, whoa
Fifty grand in the rental
Big boss man, big bands from the business
New Corvette for my mans when we get it
I be sitting courtside, Golden State, winning, winning
Getting litty, whoa

Wait I can't hear what you say (what?)
Can't give a f*ck what you think
I'm way too faded
I been sipping my drank
Smoking all night with my gang
In here with my gang
Looking at a model cute face
Drinking out the bottle D'usse
Now I'm on a new wave (what?)
I can't hear what you say
I can't give a f*ck what you think

I'm getting too faded, (too faded) yeah, uh
I'm getting too faded (too faded)
I'm getting too faded (too faded) (pipe up)
I'm getting too faded (too faded) (ay, P-Lo, ay, ay)

P-lo, I'm too cocky, ooh
Chef with the wrist, young Habachi, ooh
Jesus, icy but no hockey, ooh
Make your girl get low though
You already know though
The girl from the Bay down at esty
All the bad bitches call me sexy (on my mama)
Bitch I'm the number one requested
She whisper in my ear told me let's dip (skkrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Ay yo, so I dashed back there
You know I can't I can't trick on that, ay
I just put it on her top lip
Coupe, showed her tits, topless
Bitch we not them, we the real ones (we the real)
Got the whole shit locked, got it sealed up, ay yeah
Uh, yeah I'm faded in this bitch though
If she ain't got no funds let the bitch go, ay

Wait I can't hear what you say (what?)
Can't give a f*ck what you think
I'm way too faded
I been sipping my drank
Smoking all night with my gang
In here with my gang
Looking at a model cute face
Drinking out the bottle D'usse
Now I'm on a new wave (what?)
I can't hear what you say
I can't give a f*ck what you think

I'm getting too faded, (too faded) yeah, uh
I'm getting too faded (too faded)
I'm getting too faded (too faded) (pipe up)
I'm getting too faded (too faded)

Yeah it's lit now
I'm getting too faded (too faded)
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I been getting too faded
Flirting with a bitch too brazy
In a tail getting bent no chaser
All the hoes no chasing
Smoking out the 'Wood no paper
I dip on a bitch, what flavor?
She a dud, won't save her
I don't love the bitch I hate her
Y'all ain't taking risks
I'm taking what I'm living, like greatness
Can't understand my haters
I can't understand if it ain't about paper
Move scraper, stepping on a bitch white gators
When she dancing on my dick
Can't see her hips stop shaking
I'm attacking and spazzing until my dick start aching
I'ma pass it not bag it, there ain't a bitch I'm dating, whoa
Fifty grand in the rental
Big boss man, big bands from the business
New Corvette for my mans when we get it
I be sitting courtside, Golden State, winning, winning
Getting litty, whoa

Wait I can't hear what you say (what?)
Can't give a f*ck what you think
I'm way too faded
I been sipping my drank
Smoking all night with my gang
In here with my gang
Looking at a model cute face
Drinking out the bottle D'usse
Now I'm on a new wave (what?)
I can't hear what you say
I can't give a f*ck what you think

I'm getting too faded, (too faded) yeah, uh
I'm getting too faded (too faded)
I'm getting too faded (too faded) (pipe up)
I'm getting too faded (too faded) (ay, P-Lo, ay, ay)

P-lo, I'm too cocky, ooh
Chef with the wrist, young Habachi, ooh
Jesus, icy but no hockey, ooh
Make your girl get low though
You already know though
The girl from the Bay down at esty
All the bad bitches call me sexy (on my mama)
Bitch I'm the number one requested
She whisper in my ear told me let's dip (skkrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Ay yo, so I dashed back there
You know I can't I can't trick on that, ay
I just put it on her top lip
Coupe, showed her tits, topless
Bitch we not them, we the real ones (we the real)
Got the whole shit locked, got it sealed up, ay yeah
Uh, yeah I'm faded in this bitch though
If she ain't got no funds let the bitch go, ay

Wait I can't hear what you say (what?)
Can't give a f*ck what you think
I'm way too faded
I been sipping my drank
Smoking all night with my gang
In here with my gang
Looking at a model cute face
Drinking out the bottle D'usse
Now I'm on a new wave (what?)
I can't hear what you say
I can't give a f*ck what you think

I'm getting too faded, (too faded) yeah, uh
I'm getting too faded (too faded)
I'm getting too faded (too faded) (pipe up)
I'm getting too faded (too faded)

Yeah it's lit now
I'm getting too faded (too faded)
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Writer: Jaylen Anthony Robinson, Paolo Rodriguez
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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Performed By: Rob $tone
Featuring: P-Lo
Length: 3:22
Written by: Jaylen Anthony Robinson, Paolo Rodriguez

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