Testo Fast Lane - Vado
Testo della canzone Fast Lane (Vado), tratta dall'album Slime Flu 4
Uh, uh, we the best
Yo, young bachelor, flip cake, no spatula
At your neck, in all black, no Dracula
Forty caliber, stash box in the Challenger
Pull out, screw on the silencer, Feds watching, they after ya
Shots clap ya, plenty jewels, I'm Diddy cool
Rep my city smooth, went from selling booze to casino moves
Like the mob did, stuffed the bodies in garbage
I'm heartless, not a game when I stick in the cartridge
Eating porridge out in Kingston
Jamaica kingpin, hand me product like do ya thing then
No need waiting to cook, you got it then bring ten
While me and Rae on the boat watching our queen swim
Ocho Rios, ocho cinco a kilo
That's 85 OJ what I'm charging to my amigos
Pardon my ego, I'm probably Remo and Nino
Al Pacino on Nemo done went from legal to legal
That's corporate gooning, through construction they courting unions
Supporting humans, that forty forty, we smoking Cubans
Watching the game, haters plotting to aim
I'm not into change, it's a new label watching some frames
Nine shell and we stay on top of your game
They not in your lane, they did it now I got the remains
Money out of violence and drugs of course
Vado be that thug of course
Living the fast life, the fast fast
Gotta get your cash right, the cash cash
Long furs, mad ice, we'll fly past
Something you've never seen, it's the American Dream
Nah'mean?
Living the fast life, the fast fast
Gotta get your cash right, the cash cash
Long furs, mad ice, we'll fly past
Something you've never seen, it's the American Dream
Nah'mean?
Yo I shop hard in Paris, rock monster carats
Holding them Uzis upside down in the straddlers
Back of the big and slinging criz to get cribs
Bag full of dirty guns will open your wigs
Selling tablets, switching gear up, get established
Go see papi, blow broccoli rich status
Guns was under my pillow, smoking Bransons
Suede front fronts in my mouth, getting blasted
Sometimes slinging in my lab, I seen the moment and grabbed it
Either real life you live it, I gladly did it
Cause when it's done I'm getting over
Switching up Rovers, making Dubai moves out in the closest
Yachts with hella keys, transporting yellow
The Guinness, rocking horse shirts, to sell it ain't easy yo
It's Chef, 37 TECs got vultures that rep
Run up in green houses smoking cadets
Me and Vado, two boxes up like the Lotto's
Money folded like the M in McDonald's
Living the fast life, the fast fast
Gotta get your cash right, the cash cash
Long furs, mad ice, we'll fly past
Something you've never seen, it's the American Dream
Nah'mean?
Living the fast life, the fast fast
Gotta get your cash right, the cash cash
Long furs, mad ice, we'll fly past
Something you've never seen, it's the American Dream
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Goudie, Ross Burr, Arthur Talbott, Peter Newton Smith
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