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Los lyrics : "Fast Lane (Ft. Ernie Gaines)"

[Verse 1 - Los]
Uh, ay yo cop the Mazerati, ride it till it Redline
I'm just stuntin for my homies doin fed time

I got a couple ^!$$%s doin 20 life
They told me play you #~!!@s to the left and get my money right
Swag too high, Story too deep, It put Mauri's on my feet

It gave me morals from the streets
Praying to the lord, I get to keep my blessings
I been sinning since Hammer had 357

And my city know I'm riding, I'm down for the cause
Got the run around, just wanted a Round of Applause
Now my (*##$es ballin' out, goin down to the balls

Better know that I'm walking on the sky for the ground that I lost
Now I'm focused on my money, cut the drama out for good
Feelin' like a billionaire, got my mama out the hood

Doin' a hundred miles an hour, bumpin' 99 Problems
Got the spirit of a hustler, I ain't stopping


[Chorus - Ernie Gaines]
Livin' in the Fast Lane, Up and Down don't stop
And we get lit, Now it's life on top

We higher than private planes, breathing in Champagne
They say that we out of our minds
They say that we out of our minds

So Tonight, Lets get out of our minds
You too would be out of your mind


[Verse 2 - Los]
Ballin in the club, my crew & some thick dames
Standin' on the couches, Doing the Rick James, Biitch

Uh, Hater you can do the same
Had a super ugly past, now in super future frames
Nobody did nothin, I got it my own way

So tonight I'm fist pumpin' with bottles of Rose
Put the Loubi's on coupe, makes stress low
Then its off with the roof, Nutso

Pocket full of hundreds, I hope you appalled
Since I'm young, black & famous, I'm broken the law
Hear a lot of (*##$in' lately, I hope its the broads

When a ^!$$% finally make it out, I just hope you applause
Now I'm focused on my money, cut the drama out for good
Feelin' like a billionaire, got my mama out the hood

Doin' a hundred miles an hour, bumpin' 99 Problems
Got the spirit of a hustler, I ain't stopping


[Chorus- Ernie Gaines]
Livin' in the Fast Lane, Up and Down don't stop
And we get lit, Now it's life on top

We higher than private planes, breathing in Champagne
They say that we out of our minds
They say that we out of our minds

So Tonight, Lets get out of our minds
You too would be out of your mind

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