letra de "fast lane dreams" - lil taye
[intro]
yeah, f-ck what they talkin’ ‘bout
i’m on that fast lane sh-t
whole world can eat a d-ck, n-gga
let’s go
[verse 1]
b-tch, i’m speeding through the city, middle finger to the cops
all these fake-ass n-ggas tryna talk like they hot
i don’t f-ck with no broke hoe, b-tch, get off my block
got a bag full of money and a glock in my sock
if a b-tch talk sl!ck, i’ma slap that hoe
if a n-gga want smoke, i’ma let that blow
i don’t care who he know, i don’t play no games
got a chain so cold, make the devil feel shame
i’m a real-ass n-gga, i don’t beg, i take
all gas, no brakes, f-ck love, it’s fake
got a b-tch in the back, she a freak on go
i just f-ck, then i dip, that’s the life i know
every night, diffеrent hoe, differеnt drink, same pain
got my life on the line, but i love that strain
whole team full of k!llers, we don’t do no talk
if you step outta line, we gon’ let sh-t spark
[chorus]
got too many f-cks, i don’t give none
too many b-tches wanna f-ck just for fun
too many cars, too much cash
too many opps that i left in the past
got too many dreams, too much speed
too many scars from the life i bleed
got too many nights i ain’t never sleep
i’m too real for this fake-ass scene
[verse 2]
b-tch, i came from the dirt, now i sh-t on the world
middle finger up high while i’m f-ckin’ your girl
i don’t love no soul, i don’t trust no b-tch
i got pain in my chest and a nine on my hip
i’m the wrong one to cross, you gon’ meet that end
i don’t fake no love, i don’t play pretend
got a bottle in my hand and my mind on rage
i’m a demon in the dark, tryna break this cage
every dollar i touch, gotta flip that quick
if the feds pull up, i don’t say no sh-t
i got blood on my shoes, i got sin on my skin
every loss that i took, i’ma call that a win
i’m a cold-hearted b-st-rd, i don’t feel no pain
only real ones with me, no snakes in the chain
i’m a boss in this b-tch, i don’t beg, i claim
every b-tch that i f-cked, she remember my name
[chorus]
got too many f-cks, i don’t give none
too many b-tches wanna f-ck just for fun
too many cars, too much cash
too many opps that i left in the past
got too many dreams, too much speed
too many scars from the life i bleed
got too many nights i ain’t never sleep
i’m too real for this fake-ass scene
[bridge]
fast lane living, no brakes in my soul
f-ck rules, f-ck fame, i just want control
every move that i make, got fire and smoke
if the world burn down, i’ma light that hope
[outro]
yeah, i’m still in that fast lane dreamin’
no friends, no peace, just demons
every scar that i got, i’m keepin’
every sin that i made, i’m reapin’
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