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letra de that fart - faze adapt

[intro: faze adapt]
aye, that fart, okay
that fart

[hook: faze adapt]
we don’t conversate if you don’t stink, that fart
yeah i’m going crazy like i’m banks (ricky j.), that fart
i need toilet paper, that fart
g-fuel got that flavor (tropical rain)
that fart, that fart, that fart, that fart, ayy!

[verse 1: faze adapt]
huh? what? that fart
still making vids yeah i’m in my prime
little b-tch, i’m back and poppin’
gotta keep on going with the bangers never stopping
spaghetti and hot pockets
b-tch you know i’m farting
quarter pounder burger kay, that fart
hitting stankers like i’m rain (that’s my boy nordan), that fart
480 where we make that stank, that fart
fans trying to get in but we got that gate
fart or don’t, boy choose your fate
bangers on bangers boy
6 years i’ve been doing this
keep talking rice gon’ make a diss
you just shot but you gon’ shoot and miss
got a chain that’s where the rolls, boy
gtr, you know i whip in it
when i skrt you know i rip in it
so loud it sound like you fart in it

[verse 2: yung romvn]
oh shayte, oh shayte, oh shayte, oh shayte
oh shayte, oh shayte, that fart
farting on these haters ’cause i ate chipotle, that fart
walking living legend, yeah i feel like nordan, that fart (nordan ayy!)
walking living legend, yeah i feel like nordan, ayy, yeah, yeah
yeah i be back on my rap sh-t, trap sh-t
’bout to pull off in a nice whip
got chicks, standing looking better than a bad b-tch
in my new car got no key, just a nice switch
night trip, got me moving quicker than a [?]
why you moving slow? yeah you’re looking like an old b-tch
all we do is win need febreze ’cause i’m sh-tting
better bring the water ’cause this fire what i’m spitting
yeah i feel like ludacris, my tires looking spinning
b-tch i got the liquer so you know that i be sippin’
all night no sleeping, oh, just chillin’, here, never chillin’
always grinding ’cause the money only thing on my mind
yeah, never got that time, always got them dimes, yeah
keep talking i’mma get that nine, ayy
keep talking i’mma get that nine, ayy, yeah
get that nine, ayy, all of my b-tches they dimes
ayy, yeah, i got the time
ooh, look at my wrist yeah it’s flodded, ooh
all of these b-tches they ugly, ooh
all of my b-tches they pretty, ooh
running all this sh-t
everytime i go, yeah i step up in your city like ayy

[verse 2: faze adapt]
four mill, yeah i made it, still ain’t changed, that fart
going so hard it smell kinda strange, that fart
hop on pose man get that canes (get that canes), that fart
don’t forget to call the gang
hop in the r8, head that way
viral on top of viral, boy
so much it smellin’ vial, boy
since i was younger i wanted to ball, boy
but the coach said i’m too small, boy
so i hopped on free-for-all
shots out the crane, i’m looking tall
if it ain’t about money please don’t give me that call
we only play [?] we ain’t f-cking with the ball

[bridge: yung romvn]
yeah, ayy, never play broke, ooh
turned myself into a boss, ooh
pockets they fat, rick ross, ooh
i’m only drinking on voss, ooh
yeah, that is your hoe, ooh, she tryin’ to call
yeah, yeah, they don’t wanna see us ball

- faze adapt

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