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Дата випуску: 01.02.2018
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Fell |
I fell in love |
Plus the bottom of her shoes look like she fell in blood |
I stay sipping, never slipping, but I fell in mud |
Every time I wake up I be with a different slut |
Then I dropped up out of school, soon I fell for drugs |
Then I fell off in the club with a couple guns |
Then I fell out with my plug, he wasn’t keeping up |
Stack one-hundred's, hit the rug, let the trust fund |
Fall for bitch, banking on one’s |
Big bank, all hundred’s, pussy nigga no one’s |
Pocket scale, real niggas and a fucking handgun |
I’m from Clayton County, we bring shooters nigga, we don’t run |
Come through with it from them baggie’s, now we selling big bumps |
Assault rifle, two-two-three, we chop you down |
No diss hoes and re-tweets, just bodies found |
In and out of town, local joker ass nigga |
In the club popping Spade’s by the twenty nigga |
Smoking loud nigga, popping molly’s nigga |
Your dog just went state, not mine nigga |
But not mine niggas |
We live by the code, nigga |
Man I fell out with my girl, man I fell out with that bitch |
Get the hell out of this house ho, gon' and pack your shit |
Man I fell out with the plug and I fell out with my home boy |
Ain’t lose sleep about it, tricked out my Jeep about it |
If I get ten nigga bricks tonight, then I hear people 'bout it |
Fell out off them, hopped out two-twenty, I’m smoking chronic |
Pouring big tonic, Gucci Two Time’s so dropped two Ferrari’s |
My life is a mini movie, everyday’s a video |
Nigga is you kidding me? Cause Gucci Mane got baby choppers |
Fall out with my baby mama if she said she ain’t fucking with Waka |
Versace shades I see you nigga, I got on these baller glasses |
Chicken long way, all my pockets, all my hoes come pour some shotta’s |
Got them big ol' clips, inside of them little guns |
No Nelly, got bands on the Air Force, no one’s |
I’m silly, I got xan', worked hard, my car |
Just made it, to me, where I come from ain’t far |
For you to see a rich, I’m a geek and a monster |
She wanna, guns up, she got hunger |
No no I could never beat her up, on my mama |
But she got more red bottom’s, then the number one stunna' |
And that’s Baby, I would love to help you start a candy lady |
My, now fuck old ladies |
And I nut right in them bitches, and have her oh so baby |
And also baby |