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Fast Life

(Bridge)

I can show you what my paper like

Money first, fast cars, out come the chicks of they panties and Bras

Come on

I said come on(Pusha T verse 1

I do hits for my go-getters, to my O flippers

All my Rose moe sippers, tell the Feds to take more pictures

I smile for the camera, my niggas hold keys like janitors

Throw D's on that bitch, bought her tits like Pamela's

Spend a whole day tryin' to take all my stamina

Never that still got more for Tamara

Pusha's sex game no amateur, I come clean

J Rule damaged the scene, the coupe got a mind of it's own Like Christine

Murderin' the block, half past grind mutherucker be the time On the watch

What you wanna do with me, King Powder flow untouchable

If you don't believe, then homie you sniff me

The scent's still trapped in my clothes

And I just came from over the stove so what you wanna spit?(Chorus)

What yo' paper 'bout? Throw them G's up

Show your watch off, roll your sleeve up

New plates on it, hold them keys up

We buy the bar out, baby drink up

It's the limelight, it's the car show

She wanna joy ride see how fast the car go

Hot summer days, long Vegas nights

We bet it all baby, welcome to the fast life(Malice verse 2)

R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G

Word on the street girlfriend, he's stingy

Yeah, rare like Da Vinci, collars to the ceiling

I'm dreaming, somebody pinch me

My presence is an event, the party don't start until they let us in

That's right, ladies and gents

Coke money turned rap money, give it a rinse

Next come the spin cycle

The rims on that Benz get more spin than Michael

I leave them hoes with an eyeful

Malice be the truth like the Bible

To the red-bottomed souls

All they do is stare like I'm in a fish bowl

Last drag and I got the glow

My public awaits I got to go(Chorus)

What yo' paper 'bout? Throw them G's up

Show your watch off, roll your sleeve up

New plates on it, hold them keys up

We buy the bar out, baby drink up

It's the limelight, it's the car show

She wanna joy ride see how fast the car go

Hot summer days, long Vegas nights

We bet it all baby, welcome to the fast life(Bridge)

Money first, fast cars, out come the chicks of they panties and Bras

Come on

I said come on(Pusha T verse 3)

I 3D it, if I say it you can see it

No red and blue lenses needed

The red, white, and blues in the chains makes them pledge Allegiance

These 16s is undefeated, now crown me

It's the all mighty duo, you know

Critically acclaimed, movin' weight like a sumo

On my ditty bop, playcloths knitted top

Clipse 3, titled 'Til the Casket Drops(Malice verse 4)

And the boy got swagger

Pop's is a Rolling STone I'm Mick Jagger

Don't wanna pick up the chrome but might hafta

Anyone think he gonna dethrone the rapper

Next chapter, us out in Vegas

Breakin' the bank just like we ballplayers

And we all up in the majors

Pushin' crack to a faults in San Andreas(Chorus X2)

What yo' paper 'bout? Throw them G's up

Show your watch off, roll your sleeve up

New plates on it, hold them keys up

We buy the bar out, baby drink up

It's the limelight, it's the car show

She wanna joy ride see how fast the car go

Hot summer days, long Vegas nights

We bet it all baby, welcome to the fast life

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