Lyrics Rob Stone – Too Faded

Ay, ay, ay

I been getting too faded
Flirting with a bitch too brazy
In a tail getting bent no chaser

Woah 50 grand in the rental
Big boss man, big bands from the business
New Corvette for my mans when we get it
I been saying go the side, go stay when we winning
Yeah lady, woah

I can’t hear what you sayin’ (what?)
Can’t give a fuck what you think
I’m way too faded
I been sipping my drank

P-Low I’m too cocky, ooh
Chef put the rich young habachi, ooh
Jesus I sleep with no hockey
Make your girl get loaded
You already know the
The girl from the Bay downright testy
All the bad bitches call me sexy
Bitch I’m the number one requested
She whisper in my ear
Told me let’s dip (skkrrrt, skkkkrt, skrrrt) aye
Yo, so I dashed back there
No I can’t I can’t trickle nuts, aye
I just put it on the top layer
Coupe, showed her tits, top player
BItch we nut there
We the real ones
Got the whole shell locked
Got it sealed up, yeah
Yo I’m funding this bitch though
If she ain’t got no funds
Let the bitch go, aye

I can’t hear what you sayin’ (what?)
Can’t give a fuck what you think
I’m way too faded
I been sipping my drank
Smoking all night with my gang
Getting hit with my gang
Licking that model cute face
Drinking out the bottle D’usse
Now I’m on a whole new wave
I can’t hear what you sayin’
Can’t give a fuck what you think
I’m way too faded, faded, yeah
I’m getting too faded (faded, too faded)
I’m getting too faded (faded, too faded)
I’m getting too faded (faded, too faded)