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Quacee - Faded (feat. Drediii2Tactt) Lyrics



Quacee - Faded (feat. Drediii2Tactt) Lyrics




Uh, I just f*cked this bitch
Feelin' off the Xan, now I'm feelin' kinda rich
Feelin' off the Xan, now I'm finna take a trip
Wanna be my bae, I told that bitch to suck my dick
Runnin' through the city, yeah, you know I got my pipe
If you kill my mans, then I'm huntin' your whole tribe
Thought she was a catfish, I'm like"Do you wanna Skype?"
Sippin' on this codeine, floatin' in the sky
Bitch, I'm floatin' in the sky
Smokin' on this good gas, yeah, I'm really high
Bitch, I'm off a 30, hope that I don't die
And my Sprite is dirty, nigga, I don't lie
Feds tappin' my phone, hit me up on Skype
She wanna f*ck with a demon, baby, come see what it's like
2100, but twice, that's the block that I'm on
Got booked for the stolie, I was out on bond

I'm anxious, 30 round drum, that's my side clip (Yeah)
60 round drum for my main clip
Bitch tryna get freaky in the sheets and in the blankets
I asked you for forgiveness, 'cause you know I was mistaken
Said he in the streets, but I know that nigga fakin
Smokin' on this good weed, feel like a Jamaican
You claimin' that's your bitch, but she in my room naked
He ain't gettin' bread, and that's probably why he hatin
Smokin' on this good weed, you know I'mma face it
Smokin' on this good weed, you know that I'm faded
If you talkin' hot, we keep the steels, like we stainless
I just popped a Perky, now I'm feelin' brainless

Uh, I just f*cked this bitch
Feelin' off the Xan, now I'm feelin' kinda rich
Feelin' off the Xan, now I'm finna take a trip
Wanna be my bae, I told that bitch to suck my dick
Runnin' through the city, yeah, you know I got my pipe
If you kill my mans, then I'm huntin' your whole tribe
Thought she was a catfish, I'm like"Do you wanna Skype?"
Sippin' on this codeine, floatin' in the sky
Bitch, I'm floatin' in the sky
Smokin' on this good gas, yeah, I'm really high
Bitch, I'm off a 30, hope that I don't die
And my Sprite is dirty, nigga, I don't lie
Feds tappin' my phone, hit me up on Skype
She wanna f*ck with a demon, baby, come see what it's like
2100, but twice, that's the block that I'm on
Got booked for the stolie, I was out on bond
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Uh, I just f*cked this bitch
Feelin' off the Xan, now I'm feelin' kinda rich
Feelin' off the Xan, now I'm finna take a trip
Wanna be my bae, I told that bitch to suck my dick
Runnin' through the city, yeah, you know I got my pipe
If you kill my mans, then I'm huntin' your whole tribe
Thought she was a catfish, I'm like"Do you wanna Skype?"
Sippin' on this codeine, floatin' in the sky
Bitch, I'm floatin' in the sky
Smokin' on this good gas, yeah, I'm really high
Bitch, I'm off a 30, hope that I don't die
And my Sprite is dirty, nigga, I don't lie
Feds tappin' my phone, hit me up on Skype
She wanna f*ck with a demon, baby, come see what it's like
2100, but twice, that's the block that I'm on
Got booked for the stolie, I was out on bond

I'm anxious, 30 round drum, that's my side clip (Yeah)
60 round drum for my main clip
Bitch tryna get freaky in the sheets and in the blankets
I asked you for forgiveness, 'cause you know I was mistaken
Said he in the streets, but I know that nigga fakin
Smokin' on this good weed, feel like a Jamaican
You claimin' that's your bitch, but she in my room naked
He ain't gettin' bread, and that's probably why he hatin
Smokin' on this good weed, you know I'mma face it
Smokin' on this good weed, you know that I'm faded
If you talkin' hot, we keep the steels, like we stainless
I just popped a Perky, now I'm feelin' brainless

Uh, I just f*cked this bitch
Feelin' off the Xan, now I'm feelin' kinda rich
Feelin' off the Xan, now I'm finna take a trip
Wanna be my bae, I told that bitch to suck my dick
Runnin' through the city, yeah, you know I got my pipe
If you kill my mans, then I'm huntin' your whole tribe
Thought she was a catfish, I'm like"Do you wanna Skype?"
Sippin' on this codeine, floatin' in the sky
Bitch, I'm floatin' in the sky
Smokin' on this good gas, yeah, I'm really high
Bitch, I'm off a 30, hope that I don't die
And my Sprite is dirty, nigga, I don't lie
Feds tappin' my phone, hit me up on Skype
She wanna f*ck with a demon, baby, come see what it's like
2100, but twice, that's the block that I'm on
Got booked for the stolie, I was out on bond
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Writer: John D'Orazio
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Performed By: Quacee
Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: John D'Orazio

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