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letra de fastlane - 4200hangmann

chorus:
i be in the fast lane
i be going through all this pain
i may be weak, but look at all the sh-t i overcame
i might bust my own brains before i let a opp clap me
don’t dap me when i get up to the top
i promise you i won’t flop
i grab that glock every day, so don’t run up
if i run up, i’mma gun it up
i got a uzi tucked
b-tch, i’m in the black truck
promised mama i’ll never do drugs — mama, i’m sorry
yeah, i lied

verse 1:
i don’t wanna die, but i might
my biggest opp is myself
15 shots up in the glock, and we busy, gon’ light up your block like christmas lights
just know i do not fight — i keep that pipe
you said you gon’ k!ll me, i wish you would try
if you run up, say goodnight
i keep that sh-t by my side
all my bruddas down to ride
you better duck when you see them headlights
better run, better not jog
i got the rap game on lock
me and brudda gon’ be in the drop-top
we going 200 on the dash, we won’t stop
we bending blocks, we won’t stop
your b-tch sit on the c-ck — that b-tch gon’ walk
you cannot hop in the car
b-tch, i know i’m gonna go far
turn your mans into a track star
we gon’ blast off
yeah, we gon’ blast off
we riding up on the block
tell brudda, “hit the lights.”
switch on my glock, aim it out the window, and take me another life
b-tch, i will never have a wife
pre-chorus:
b-tch, i’ll never have a wife
i ain’t marrying sh-t
i will never marry sh-t
i’m too heartbroken
i ain’t joking
your b-tch in my bed, and i’m f-cking
yeah, i’m f-cking yo b-tch — f-cking yo b-tch
i don’t really give a f-ck
yeah, i’m gonna get rich or die tryin’

verse 2:
we spinning every night
man, f-ck 12
i’m duckin’ the names
take them on the chase
shoot him right in the face
that drac under my lap
you gon’ be in that lake
me and brudda making paper
outro:
b-tch, we ain’t fakers
b-tch, we ain’t fakers

- 4200hangmann

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