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Fast (Remix) Lyrics - Artist : Sueco The Child
(KenzDean!)
(I'm at- I'm at Suecos, bitch!) Fast, 400 on the dash Fifty five bills, buck fifty for the tax on the bag I don't really like to brag Vetements socks when I'm steppin out of Sak's I'mma hit in the morning 'cause I'm whiskey dickin' Got my brother out in Cashville flippin' chickens Free bro from the can I ain't talkin' whippits Bitch I make beats and bad decisions (Offset) Hit it, Imma drop the top and show her titties (Hit it) Stars in the ceiling, wraith black I'm a villain (Wraith) Fuck it, stack that money up right past a million (Fuck it) (Hot) My flow be sick, I need some penicillin Shawty tryna fuck me for these racks Cat, slide on these niggas they get wet (Slide) Betta get ya bitch, she on the ground tryna at me Caught her in the lost and found, fucked her for a rack (Ay) What the deal is, don't care what the bill is (Bills) Then I take her now Imma gang in the village (Gang) I got real rich, (Rich) popped the seal quick Bought a jet, I done take your bitch on field trips Fast, 400 on the dash Fifty five bills, buck fifty for the tax on the bag I don't really like to brag Vetements socks when I'm steppin out of Sak's I'mma hit in the morning 'cause I'm whiskey dickin' Got my brother out in Cashville flippin' chickens Free bro from the can I ain't talkin' whippits Bitch I make beats and bad decisions You at Sueco's Get with the program Lightskin bitch off that Lindsay Lohan She off the dust She off the Hillary Duff Baby I ain't trynna cuff, I'm just trynna bust Wait hol' up You gotta play with my nuts, hmm I'mma make a beat out your butt, hmm 007 James Bond Double Oreo Stuffed Double up my funds She a vixen on the cam so I grab my iPhone She dumb with the head got me doin' a eye roll She bad on film, gotta check out the B roll Put my D in her V got her singin' a C note (I'm at- I'm at Suecos, bitch!) Fast, 400 on the dash Fifty five bills, buck fifty for the tax on the bag I don't really like to brag Vetements socks when I'm steppin out of Sak's I'mma hit in the morning cause I'm whiskey dickin' Got my brother out in Cashville flippin' chickens Free bro from the can I ain't talkin' whippits Bitch I make beats and bad decisions Oh word yeah that's big facts Three different mansions, ain't know tellin where I live at Bloody red Lamborghini got me screaming Put that in the master Richard Mille that be sittin on my wrist that we gon' slide out I could fly your bitch out the country without you findin' out Said she wants to be on the team, I let her try out She ain't getting dissed if she playin' with her punani now Yeah, she ain't getting dissed if she playin' with her punani now My chain is lookin acky as water like a tsunami now They told me not to tote on that 40 but shit be rockin now They told me not to tote on that 40 but it's impossible Because niggas they be hatin' they owe me so I keep a glock or two |
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