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Eddy - Fade Lyrics



Eddy - Fade Lyrics




Got me on the fade like Kobe
Your little games won't fold me
Quick hook left, right, Rocky
Your little games won't rock me
And I got skills like me Mihawk
Cutting up the green fill the blunt straw
Eddy on the flow make beat hot
DJ spin the deck this is your shot
Count the money up cause we jackpot
Ace up my sleeve call the big shot
Diamonds froze up to the gunshot
Girls screaming loud in their bird box
When you need help do the blind walk
Funny how the fakes love to real talk

I can't f*ck wit you
That's just my time going tic toc
Ring through I just call block

Bounce-out wit the whole squad
Ladies love to talk I just give em head nod
Molly love to twerk that's a real perk
Put her on the gram that's a network
Cause you know she sweet like Airhead
Put her in an oven she just make bread

Ice on my chain I can bobsled
Not enough room so I went and bought king bed
Brought some bitches back, some mix some purebred
I can take you back to the room that's what she said

Lean sipping
Late slip in
Sauce dipping
Cream dripping
Horsewhipping
Porsche flipping
Girl over their need a pipe fitting
Vape in the air now I'm soaring
View with no cake that's boring
Bring that ass back now we touring
Ladies got the curve had me learning

Fine art, she a sellout
Cash two cheques Imma f*ckin ball out
Bring the beat back in the house it's a knockout
Teeth too bright, need no regular check up
White falcon doors Audi Porsche, whip cream
Never leave the brothers in the back, bring the whole team
We've been living up the life that's your wet dream
You be on the sidewalk, we the mainstream

I can't f*ck wit you
That's just my time going tic toc
Ring through I just call block

Numbers coming through matrix
Ex girl tapping on my phone wit hate the speech
Foreign land mama only speak the body language
Mob wit the gang, then you get the whole package
X-Large flip bars, doing gymnastics
Rubberband stretch go back to elastic
Bad bitch on the floor stretching her fabrics
She big a fan of my stick, fantastic
Counting all-stars like the galaxy
Gold so pure play a melody
Boy looking down he a better me
Well go over there f*ck your fragrancy

I can't f*ck wit you
That's just my time going tic toc
Ring through I just call block
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Got me on the fade like Kobe
Your little games won't fold me
Quick hook left, right, Rocky
Your little games won't rock me
And I got skills like me Mihawk
Cutting up the green fill the blunt straw
Eddy on the flow make beat hot
DJ spin the deck this is your shot
Count the money up cause we jackpot
Ace up my sleeve call the big shot
Diamonds froze up to the gunshot
Girls screaming loud in their bird box
When you need help do the blind walk
Funny how the fakes love to real talk

I can't f*ck wit you
That's just my time going tic toc
Ring through I just call block

Bounce-out wit the whole squad
Ladies love to talk I just give em head nod
Molly love to twerk that's a real perk
Put her on the gram that's a network
Cause you know she sweet like Airhead
Put her in an oven she just make bread

Ice on my chain I can bobsled
Not enough room so I went and bought king bed
Brought some bitches back, some mix some purebred
I can take you back to the room that's what she said

Lean sipping
Late slip in
Sauce dipping
Cream dripping
Horsewhipping
Porsche flipping
Girl over their need a pipe fitting
Vape in the air now I'm soaring
View with no cake that's boring
Bring that ass back now we touring
Ladies got the curve had me learning

Fine art, she a sellout
Cash two cheques Imma f*ckin ball out
Bring the beat back in the house it's a knockout
Teeth too bright, need no regular check up
White falcon doors Audi Porsche, whip cream
Never leave the brothers in the back, bring the whole team
We've been living up the life that's your wet dream
You be on the sidewalk, we the mainstream

I can't f*ck wit you
That's just my time going tic toc
Ring through I just call block

Numbers coming through matrix
Ex girl tapping on my phone wit hate the speech
Foreign land mama only speak the body language
Mob wit the gang, then you get the whole package
X-Large flip bars, doing gymnastics
Rubberband stretch go back to elastic
Bad bitch on the floor stretching her fabrics
She big a fan of my stick, fantastic
Counting all-stars like the galaxy
Gold so pure play a melody
Boy looking down he a better me
Well go over there f*ck your fragrancy

I can't f*ck wit you
That's just my time going tic toc
Ring through I just call block
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Writer: Eddy Tang
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