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letra de fast lane - king jaey

[hook]
smoke that gas roll that loud pour that drink and go insane
drop my top in the coupe windows open gimme brain
i dont care drop these hundreds on the floor and make it rain
know your dreams chase that sh-t even tho it might bring you pain

verse 1
i dont know, i dont know why i can’t get up when i was on the ground dont got too many that would pick me up i had too much too drink man i started from a sippy cup im always switchin lanes foreign hoe she finna l!ck me up
man my g i need a pick me up i dont need no more pills but on the real can’t seem to get enough i just wanna dilute all the drugs that in my system but if i had to be real my body cravin for another one

[bridge]
dont let your dreams just fly away, im so high up im just lost in sp-ce, try and catch up but won’t find a trace, hop in the whip and then do the race

verse 2
takin off just like a rocket, 30,000 in my pocket man mg homies hittin l!cks f-ck with them you better watch it play my song right for your b-tch plug me up just like a socket, f-cked your b-tch and now you p-ssed can’t relate cuz my b-tch poppin, can’t relate cuz my b-tch poppin got this gucci on my feet from rockin sketchers what a plot twist n-ggas strapped up in this b-tch keep your head up feds is watchin n-ggas strapped up in this b-tch keep your head up feds is watching yeah yeah

[bridge 2]
shooters yeah they finna keep the k, if you in they sights they finna spray, mozzia fast yeah dont crash away, just leave my ashes i dont need a grave

[hook 2]
smoke that gas roll that loud pour that drink and go insane drop my top in the coupe windows open gimme brain i dont care drop these hundreds on the floor and make it rain know your dreams chase that sh-t even tho it might bring u pain

verse 3
yeah my girl is so insane man my pockets stay obese foreign b-tches gimme face keep my cup close to me dont need my sh-t caught getting laced pipe that girl l!ck her t-ts so guess thats touchin second base, dont wanna ever catch a case on my grind coming up not finna ever slow my pace got these girls on my d-ck they slurp me up they need a taste, different girls all around czech republic even spain yeah yeah

[bridge]
17 i just want the cake, had real friends round before the fame, these fake friends smiling in my face, they tryna push a n-gga out my lane

verse 4
get the bag ain’t being average , money turned me to a savage, ap on my f-cking wrist bank account go check the balance this girl talking with a lisp suck my d-ck and got no talent man that girl she ride my d-ck smash that girl just like a mallet, got this water thats my fit f-ck that b-tch won’t get a tip, hunnit k spent on the whip gettin rich i live it big suck my d-ck dont gimme lip ride that d-ck and use your hips i won’t say that sh-t again
get the bag i do the damage so u finna leave me b-tch if u do think i can manage got a s-xy foreign b-tch hop on me while speaking spanish got a s-xy foreign butch hop on me while speaking spanish yeah yeah

[bridge 4]
fake n-ggas just keep your sp-ce dont need u in my circle anyways im just like jobe hit hat fadeawayy, i keep the racks they stayin in my safee
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- king jaey

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