| I got a feelin, a real good feelin
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| I’m gon' be faded
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| The bar is open, we just bought it
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| I’m gon' be faded
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| Let the champagne po-oh-oh-our
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| Po-oh-oh-our, po-oh-oh-our
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| Let the champagne po-oh-oh-our
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| Po-oh-oh-our, po-oh-oh-our
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| Ricky Rose', Red Cafe, Lil' Kim
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| Faded Remix, let’s go Kimmy!
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| Yeah, what else?
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| Damn I look good! |
| Somebody take a photo
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| I runs my hizzouse, you can ask JoJo
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| Yank fitted on, my money on Jeter
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| My girls all dimes, Lou' Vuitton divas
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| I’m fly like an overnight letter
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| Shorty sleep with me make your overnights wetter
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| Better I’m faded (I'm faded)
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| And tonight I’m gon' get wasted
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| See to e’rybody listenin, it’s on I’ma get it in
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| I can say whatever I’m a taxpayin citizen
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| Middle finger up, I don’t got a conscience
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| I just go hard like the trio from Yonkers
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| Head honcho, kush in the console
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| Bad Boy, now they shook like Cosmo’s
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| I’m all that, e’ry day all black
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| That Ciroc on deck, so I’m faded off that
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| Yo, yo, yo yo
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| Bottles on me 'til the whole club faded
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| I’m in the V.I.P. |
| and I’m white girl wasted
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| A rock star, party like Van Halen
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| Phantom come with a chaffeur so I don’t valet it
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| Nah! |
| We celebrate, pour the Rose', let it flow
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| To a new year, new money and some extra O’s
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| Let’s toast to new cars, fly condos
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| IRS we the Celtics and I’m Rondos
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| Yeah bottles in the air like luggage and jet cargos
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| We keep the champagne comin 'til the bar closed
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| These S1's keep the Dom on chill
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| I just blew 50 like a shady deal
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| I’m faded, me and my peoples we wasted
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Mo' bottles in the V’s, cookin up mo' cheese
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| Got a feeling it’s gon' be a good night like Black Eyed Peas
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| Yeah, it’s Ricky Rose', yeah
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| Let me slide on 'em homey
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| It go like this
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| Two homes on the block, each one mill'
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| And this ring on my finger is a (E One) deal
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| Canary yellow stone, cain’t be faded
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| Fatigue bell 45 made for the Navy
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| Y’all niggaz ready to grapple down your building
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| I’m livin chillin, arms wrapped around a Brazilian
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| In the presence of a Don be cautious but calm
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| Cain’t be faded, two pills, a charm
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| She licks on my chest, readin tats on my arm
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| Hit her from the back same time her mind blown
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| Speechless, so she scream in silence
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| A real bad boy and all my speeches violent |