| Cause we Be spaded, jaded and faded. |
| All Day
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| So who be spaded, jaded and faded, KingSpade
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| Cause We be faded and faded and faded, faded and faded and faded
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| Its the mother f**kin' jump off
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| Whole scene lock down
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| Shaking people up gettin ready for the knockdown
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| Kingspade clique
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| You know D-Loc and Johnny Rich
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| Passin' blunts back and forth drinkin' bud lights and shit
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| You bout to flip the script, put a foot up your ass
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| Treat you like a bitch, you gettin f**ked in the back
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| Im done with you
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| I just nutted on you
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| You’re like a big pile of shit I call it dog doodoo
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| (Richter)
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| Well i’ll run up and spit game at any hot actress (whatchu drinkin?)
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| This ain’t a claim I be sticken em like cactus
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| Richter be pimpin buck wild and goin crazy
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| But I always seem to be going home with lots of ladies
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| Playin' strip pool, dropping panties like its payday
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| GO on the flesh my nickname thats what they all say
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| And on my trick shots I be mimicing the mils
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| And if theres money on the line then my game is strictly biz
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| So who be spaded, jaded and faded, Kingspade
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| Cause we Be spaded, jaded and faded, All Day
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| So who be spaded, jaded and faded, KingSpade
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| Cause We be faded and faded and faded, faded and faded and faded
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| (Richter)
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| I got a bag of skittles in my right
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| Yipe and weed in the left
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| Your doe and ID is a must
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| Gotta always check my cellphones pager (remember rockin pagers?)
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| Now it’s nextels and two ways but who will save ya
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| When you lose your lifeline to the party hotline
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| Get dropped to the bottom of the list falling way behind
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| Feels like living in the past, angry chillin at your pad
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| With nothin' to do feelin' like an outcast
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| D-Loc never gave a shit and a flying f**k
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| And everytime I bust all you bustas better duck
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| It’s like shootin' ducks with my 12 gauge pump
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| And if you wanna jump these pumps gettin' dumped
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| Blasted like my spray painted t-shirt
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| Dragonworks, DGAF, D-Loc stencil
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| Branded
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| Like those words comin out your mouth
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| Imbeded in my brain, this time i can’t handle it
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| So who be spaded, jaded and faded, Kingspade
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| Cause we Be spaded, jaded and faded, All Day
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| So who be spaded, jaded and faded, KingSpade
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| Cause We be faded and faded and faded, faded and faded and faded
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| (hey you mother f**kers!)
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| People talking shit
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| These busta bitches acting stupid
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| You can take your nap quick just listen to the music
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| I ain’t sayin' no names but you dont know who your f**ki'n with
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| D double dash mother f**kers get their wig split
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| I’m on some DGAF shit
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| Throw your mother f**kin hands up if you feelin it
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| Quick to trip on a punk bitch
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| You ran and slipped
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| Slipped and said they call him
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| And he’s like 56
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| (Richter)
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| Now we got everything that you wish you had (straight laughing)
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| To go with the block and yes we got the sickest pad
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| Moon spa in the back
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| Tile floor dont trip
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| Kingspade is movin' in
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| It’s D-Loc and J-Rich
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| Running any scene 'cause we fly so fresh, in-style
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| Plus my arms all green and it makes the ladies smile
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| And I be smiling back flirtin' with the hottest bitch
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| Pull her over to my table and start things off with a kiss (On my dick!)
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| So who be spaded, jaded and faded, Kingspade
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| Cause we Be spaded, jaded and faded, All Day
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| So who be spaded, jaded and faded, KingSpade
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| Cause We be faded and faded and faded, faded and faded and faded
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| Kingspade
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| All day
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| Cause we be faded and faded and faded, faded and faded and faded |