Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Too Fast, artist - Cdot Honcho. Date of issue: 17.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Too Fast |
| Noah in his bag, bitch |
| Ayy |
| Smackin' on your bitch ass‚ she say my car go too fast |
| The auto got extensions because it spit out too fast |
| And we smokin' eggrolls‚ that lil' shit go out too fast |
| He tried to run‚ he just fell on his shit, them hollows coming too fast |
| That bitch stay playin' 'bout lettin' you hit, I just took her down so fast |
| I’m walking around with thighpads‚ living like a grandad |
| At your door when it’s not Halloween, I’m off the gas and promethazine |
| Foenem’ll still shake shit like a tambourine |
| Open your shit like a magazine |
| With a magazine, you was left there with an empty magazine |
| Wire with that strap shoot down a limousine |
| Dolce sweats or Mike Amiri jeans |
| Ayy‚ I’m in love with that money, can’t nobody intervene |
| Souped up truck fly past, Aberdeen |
| Never tie her down if she wanna leave |
| That bitch, she wanna hit, tryna hit was a breeze |
| I’m living like a nigga finna die any minute |
| Therefore my niggas on every car moving |
| Just in case we gotta let it ride any minute |
| And my kicks size forty-three, they all European |
| I’m into black hoes, mixed, and Puerto Ricans |
| I’m high as the top of the building |
| Hit her, left her at the Hilton |
| I ball, see me on the Wilson |
| Matter fact, catch this ho filmin' |
| Every VV on me shining |
| Stop talking, you ain’t sliding |
| I don’t drive it, I be flying |
| You couldn’t see it, you too behind |
| Took your ho and fucked her mind |
| Sent her off, ain’t waste no time |
| Smackin' on your bitch ass, she say my car go too fast |
| The auto got extensions because it spit out too fast |
| And we smokin' eggrolls, that lil' shit go out too fast |
| He tried to run, he just fell on his shit, them hollows coming too fast |
| That bitch stay playin' 'bout lettin' you hit, I just took her down so fast |
| I’m walking around with thighpads, living like a grandad |
| At your door when it’s not Halloween, I’m off the gas and promethazine |
| Foenem’ll still shake shit like a tambourine |
| Open your shit like a magazine |
| Ayy, I’m focused, dummy |
| All for that money, you runnin' from it |
| She want this dick but runnin' from it |
| We got blicks, no running from it |
| 5.56's coming from it |
| I’m smoking on dubs |
| Try me, your homie gon' be in my lungs |
| We finna roll his ass up in a blunt, huh |
| Oh well, your family sending farewell |
| She said, «I heard of you, Huncho, you did my friend bogus» |
| She knowin' me so well |
| She know I ain’t shit, don’t change shit |
| At the end of the day, I’m gon' live |
| She on my dick tryna see for herself |
| Her nigga want smoke, better slide by hisself, ayy |
| Smackin' on your bitch ass, she say my car go too fast |
| The auto got extensions because it spit out too fast |
| And we smokin' eggrolls, that lil' shit go out too fast |
| He tried to run, he just fell on his shit, them hollows coming too fast |
| That bitch stay playin' 'bout lettin' you hit, I just took her down so fast |
| I’m walking around with thighpads, living like a grandad |
| At your door when it’s not Halloween, I’m off the gas and promethazine |
| Foenem’ll still shake shit like a tambourine |
| Open your shit like a magazine |