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letra de fast life - beatsbyadz

[intro]
ha ha ha ha
(ayo, adz goin’ crazy)

[chorus: juice wrld]
i’m gon’ do what i wanna do
yeah, time will tell when it told on you
yeah, i’m in h-ll with a b-tch or two
the devil pulled up on me, i got to speedin’
every day, i put holes in my demons
every day, i get high like an eagle
i was popping pills when i was a fetus
i drive the top on a thot, i pull on a yacht, fast life, sh-t get real
i wake up in the morning, i roll up, relax, and i plot
do that make me evil?
your b-tch over here, don’t wanna f-ck her either
she suck on my d-ck for a juice wrld t-shirt
[verse 1: pop smoke]
look, bend her over, blow her back out (baow)
bend her over, pull her tracks out (baow)
she know the woo make her tap out (woo)
i really live what i rap ’bout (woo)
i remember them days in the trap house
yeah, it got real in the trap house
i went and did some time in the jail (uh)
because i’d rather take the fast route (grrt, grrt, bow)
man down, throw the piece to my bro that say hands down (brrt, brrt)
poppin’ sh-t on the lot, make him camp down
he was twirlin’ back then, he a fan now
woo, i keep nothin’ but blues in these pants now (woo)
rubber bands for these racks and these bands now (blues)
we keep sticks in these drums like a band now (grrt)
we keep sticks in these drums like a band now (grrt, grrt, grrt)

[verse 2: nle choppa]
a hundred dracs up in this minivan (uh, huh)
i’m tryna catch a man
i spin the block just like a ceiling fan (spin it, spin it)
we step like marching bands (yeah, yeah)
you want some smoke? this sh-t get critical, critical, critical condition (b-tch)
.223’s and ar-15’s, when i shoot, i don’t do missin’ (brrt)
yeah, drac’ in the booth, that’s an ovo session (uh)
on a n-gga ass like a motherf-ckin’ wedgie (b-tch)
see, i don’t talk, i don’t fight, b-tch, i love stretchin’
n-gga better think twice, we’ll get this messy (b-tch)
my n-ggas, they pull up, they shootin’ at everything inside (brrt)
i won’t even leave a victim
man, that .30 on me, i up it, homie (yeah, yeah)
i’ma shoot at everything, them bullets gon’ rip (yeah, yeah)
[verse 3: juice wrld]
really i’m having the time of my life
had a show in j-pan, almost missed my flight
gucci robe like a monk, get the feng shui right
if you single then, b-tch, put your hand in the air
like you listenin’ to that beyoncé, right
b-tches gon’ be b-tches, d-mn right
hoes gon’ be hoes, d-mn right
and women gon’ be women, d-mn right

[verse 4: lil durk]
i got my brother’s name in the bio
i remember runnin’ right from a tahoe
i witnessed n-ggas dyin’, but i ain’t cry though
forty on me insurance, geico
b-tches ain’t f-ckin’, she thinkin’ i’m givin’ her money, i told the lil’ b-tch, “skedaddle”
me, i’m a real one, you gotta come show me you f-ckin’ before i even pay for the travel
i’m in the track’ rollin’ up runtz, ran out of ‘woods, pass me a grabba
i done seen n-ggas y’all used to look up to back then become my shadow
i got watches cost me a half a ticket, it ain’t got diamonds in it
if you smoke, you can’t sell it, i’ma be real, it’s bad for business
can’t get cured for that
take you back for the sh-t you did, but this, you can’t get cured for that
i done seen a n-gga chill with a rat and tell him i could never live with that
i done told a n-gga a thousand times that i love him, i ain’t even it hear it back
(hear it back, hear it back, hear it back)
[outro]
(ayo, adz goin’ crazy)

- beatsbyadz

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