Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rob $tone
Performer
Snoop Dogg
Performer
P-LO
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
P-LO
Composer
Jaylen Anthony Robinson
Composer
Lyrics
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (The Marshans)
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 dipped from the bitch
What flavour, she a dud
Won't say it
I don't love the bitch, I hate her
Yeah, I'm 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
Moves greater
Stepping on a bitch white gators
When she dancing on my dick
Can see her hips stop shaking
I'ma take in this spasm until my dick start aching
I'ma pass enough back there and a bitch I'm dating
Woah, 50 grand in the rental
Big boss man, big bands from the business
New Corvette for my mans when we get it
I been saying go the side, go to stay when we winning
Yeah lady, woah
Wait, I can't hear what you sayin' (what?)
Can't give a fuck what you think, I'm way too faded
I been sipping my drink, smoking all night with my gang
Getting hit with my gang, licking that model cute face
Drinking out the bottle Dusse, now I'm on a new wave
I can't hear what you say, I can't give a fuck what you think
I'm getting too faded (yeah)
I'm getting too faded (too faded)
I'm getting too faded (too faded, hey, pipe up)
I'm getting too faded (too faded, yeah, it's lit enough)
I'm getting too faded
Chunking out my gang sign
Niggas on the same kinda bullshit
Sagging blue wax Chuck Taylor's
Coming from the East Side, city by the sea
Ride on 'em, with a 20 quip nigga getting paper
Put 'em in the choke hole, money by the boat load
Never love a bitch, just hit her then I shake her
I don't do bitches no favours
No bitch, niggas, no haters
Don't slip
Nigga, don't change, yeah
Keep your eyes open for the danger
Coming from a real gang bang
Speaking out of love, no anger
Jeez, it's Snoop Dogg, never been a stranger
Bitch, I don't hear what you speak
I might knock you into next week
If I did (what?)
Real niggas never miss a beat
And don't try and call me
'Cause I'm asleep you little biatch
Wait, I can't hear what you sayin' (what?)
Can't give a fuck what you think, I'm way too faded
I been sipping my drink, smoking all night with my gang
Getting hit with my gang, licking that model cute face
Drinking out the bottle Dusse, now I'm on a new wave
I can't hear what you say, I can't give a fuck what you think
I'm getting too faded (yeah)
I'm getting too faded (too faded)
I'm getting too faded (too faded, hey, pipe up)
I'm getting too faded (too faded, yeah, it's lit enough)
I'm getting too faded (ayy, yo)
P-Low, I'm too cocky, ooh
Chef put the rich young habachi, ooh
Jesus, I sleep with no hockey
Make your girl get loaded
You already know the-
The girl from the Bay downright nasty
All the bad bitches call me sexy
Bitch, I'm the number one requested
She whisper in my ear
Told me, let's dip (skrt, skrt, skrt), ayy
Yeah, so I gased back there
No, I can't trickle nuts, ayy
I just put it on the top layer
Coupe, showed her tits, top player
Bitch, we nut there
We the real ones
Got the whole shell locked
Got it sealed up, yeah
Yeah, I'm feeling this bitch though
If she ain't got no funds
Let the bitch go, ayy
Wait, I can't hear what you sayin' (what?)
Can't give a fuck what you think, I'm way too faded
I been sipping my drink, smoking all night with my gang
Getting hit with my gang, licking that model cute face
Drinking out the bottle Dusse, now I'm on a whole new wave
I can't hear what you say, I can't give a fuck what you think
I'm getting too faded (yeah)
I'm getting too faded (too faded)
I'm getting too faded (too faded, hey, pipe up)
I'm getting too faded (too faded, yeah, it's lit enough)
I'm getting too faded (too faded)
Writer(s): Calvin Broadus, Jordan Hutchins, Paulo Rodriguez, Jaylen Robinson
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