Fell (feat. Gucci Mane & Young Thug)

Waka Flocka Flame

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    [Hook: Young Thug]
    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

    [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
    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

    [Hook]

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    [Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
    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

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3: Young Thug]
    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

    [Hook]

    Información de la canción

    Composición: Gucci Mane, Lex Luger, Waka Flocka Flame y Young Thug

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