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letra de fast (remix) - sueco the child

[intro]
kenzdean!
i’m at—i’m at suecos, b-tch!

[chorus: sueco the child]
fast
400 on the dash
55 bills
buck 50 for the tax on the bag
i don’t really like to brag
vetements socks when i’m steppin’ out of sak’s
i’ma hit it in the morning ’cause i’m whiskey d-ckin’
got my brother out in cashville flippin’ chickens (hey!)
free bro from the can i ain’t talkin’ whippits
(woo)
b-tch, i make beats and bad decisions

[verse 1: offset]
offset, hit it!
i’ma drop the top and show her t-tties (hit it)
stars in the ceiling, wraith black, i’ma villain (wraith)
f-ck it, stack the money up right past the millions (f-ck it!)
my flow be sick i need some penicillin
shawty tryna f-ck me for these racks (racks, cap)
slide on these n-gg-s, they get whacked (slide!)
patek get your b-tch, she on the ground tryna act (at me)
caught her in the lost and found f-ck her for a rack (ayy)
what the deal is? (huh?)
don’t care what the bill is (bills)
and i take all my gang in the village (gang)
i got real rich (rich)
pop the seal quick (drink)
board a jet, i done take your b-tch on field trip (hey)

[chorus: sueco the child]
fast
400 on the dash
55 bills
buck 50 for the tax on the bag
i don’t really like to brag
vetements socks when i’m steppin’ out of sak’s
i’ma hit in the morning ’cause i’m whiskey d-ckin’
got my brother out in cashville flippin’ chickens
free bro from the can i ain’t talkin’ whippits
b-tch, i make beats and bad decisions

[verse 2: sueco the child]
you at sueco’s
get with the program
lightskin b-tch off that lindsay lohan
she off the dust
she off the hillary duff
baby i ain’t trynna cuff, i’m just trynna bust
wait hol’ up
you gotta play with my nuts, hmm
i’ma make a beat out your b-tt, hmm
007 james bond
double oreo stuffed
double up my funds

[pre-chorus: sueco the child]
she a vixen on the cam so i grab my iphone
she dumb with the head got me doin’ a eye roll
she bad on film, gotta check out the b roll
put my d in her v got her singin’ a c note

[verse 3: a boogie wit da hoodie]
oh word, yeah, that’s big facts
three different mansions, ain’t no tellin’ where i live at
bl–dy red lamborghini got me screamin’ “blat!”
and a nasty richard mille that be sittin’ where my wrist at
we gon’ slide out
i can fly your b-tch out the country without you findin’ out
say she wanna be on the team, i let her try out (yeah)
she ain’t gettin’ this, she playin’ with her punani now
yeah, she ain’t gettin’ this, she playin’ with her punani now
my chain is lookin’ ocky, it’s water, like a tsunami now
they told me not to tote on that .40 but sh-t be rockin’ now
they told me not to tote on that .40 but it’s impossible
’cause n-gg-s, they be hatin’, they on me so i keep a glock or two

[outro]
i’m at—i’m at suecos, b-tch!

- sueco the child

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