Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi trovare il testo della canzone Fell, artista - Waka Flocka Flame. Data di rilascio: 01.02.2018
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
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 |