Living fast
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•8 months ago
( You know) Living fast (I told u i was gonna make a pop song) (here it is) U know im making money u know im making stacks U know im killing people Just to make more racks U know im not evil Just got the foot on the gas U know i broke the speed limit Cuz u know we living fast Living fast living fast Dont face the problems of the past Dont face off with other gangs Always speak in that street slang Im going fast Going overboard Hit the gas make a new record Break the glass never come second Eat her ass like it chicken Kinda goofy (aint yuno miles) Im phenomenal (aint AJ Styles) Needa shit (aint dropping Piles) Phone the dealer (hitting dial) Avoid prison (heading to trial) Looking for mags (in the wrong isle) Never stop (im never idle) Guess i was forward (with life) This convo awkward (my guy) My combo offered (u to die) Guess lets blow the hospital(sky high) Head over the Starbucks getting a latte Hold open the door up in doorway Im feeling sore Still feeling happy Guess the drugs ain't making me sappy She got it like that she got a fatty She got the sass attitude snappy Making pop song hope it aint go wrong ill make a rap version If this bad need wash my mouth with detergent U know im making money u know im making stacks U know im killing people Just to make more racks U know im not evil Just got the foot on the gas U know i broke the speed limit Cuz u know we living fast Living fast living fast Dont face the problems of the past Dont face off with other gangs Always speak in that street slang Aint do this often but ill make it short got pills for popping Heading to the court Got ankles broken by lukisa Leave my face turning fuchsia This why im more of a sleeper Boy shoots balls like a hoopseeker Now im dead nothing but a ghost Hated doing projects parents made me do the most Say im not perfect But im making yo girl choke Had a good effect no i aint telling no joke Running out of ideas for this song When i do this live hope people sing a long They want me back but im too far gone (yea this is a shameless plug for my song which u should definitely listen To) Last one before chorus SA getting a little too lawless Malema aint making it better now im damn sure he aint going to heaven (But kill the boer kill the farmer should be taken litteraly) (Kill the boer aint killing me) (Those whites must feel burned) (oh how the tables have turned) U know im making money u know im making stacks U know im killing people Just to make more racks U know im not evil Just got the foot on the gas U know i broke the speed limit Cuz u know we living fast Living fast living fast Dont face the problems of the past Dont face off with other gangs Always speak in that street slang
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( You know) Living fast (I told u i was gonna make a pop song) (here it is) U know im making money u know im making stacks U know im killing people Just to make more racks U know im not evil Just got the foot on the gas U know i broke the speed limit Cuz u know we living fast Living fast living fast Dont face the problems of the past Dont face off with other gangs Always speak in that street slang Im going fast Going overboard Hit the gas make a new record Break the glass never come second Eat her ass like it chicken Kinda goofy (aint yuno miles) Im phenomenal (aint AJ Styles) Needa shit (aint dropping Piles) Phone the dealer (hitting dial) Avoid prison (heading to trial) Looking for mags (in the wrong isle) Never stop (im never idle) Guess i was forward (with life) This convo awkward (my guy) My combo offered (u to die) Guess lets blow the hospital(sky high) Head over the Starbucks getting a latte Hold open the door up in doorway Im feeling sore Still feeling happy Guess the drugs ain't making me sappy She got it like that she got a fatty She got the sass attitude snappy Making pop song hope it aint go wrong ill make a rap version If this bad need wash my mouth with detergent U know im making money u know im making stacks U know im killing people Just to make more racks U know im not evil Just got the foot on the gas U know i broke the speed limit Cuz u know we living fast Living fast living fast Dont face the problems of the past Dont face off with other gangs Always speak in that street slang Aint do this often but ill make it short got pills for popping Heading to the court Got ankles broken by lukisa Leave my face turning fuchsia This why im more of a sleeper Boy shoots balls like a hoopseeker Now im dead nothing but a ghost Hated doing projects parents made me do the most Say im not perfect But im making yo girl choke Had a good effect no i aint telling no joke Running out of ideas for this song When i do this live hope people sing a long They want me back but im too far gone (yea this is a shameless plug for my song which u should definitely listen To) Last one before chorus SA getting a little too lawless Malema aint making it better now im damn sure he aint going to heaven (But kill the boer kill the farmer should be taken litteraly) (Kill the boer aint killing me) (Those whites must feel burned) (oh how the tables have turned) U know im making money u know im making stacks U know im killing people Just to make more racks U know im not evil Just got the foot on the gas U know i broke the speed limit Cuz u know we living fast Living fast living fast Dont face the problems of the past Dont face off with other gangs Always speak in that street slang
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