WAKA FLOCKA FLAME FT. GUCCI MANE & YOUNG THUG lyrics : "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 !@#%
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 (*##$, banking on one's
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Big bank, all hundred's, #~!!@ ^!$$% no one's
Pocket scale, real ^!$$%s and a $#&@ing handgun
I'm from Clayton County, we bring shooters ^!$$%, we don't run
Come through with it from them baggie's, now we selling big bumps
Assault rifle, two-two-three, we chop you down
No diss hoes and re-tweets, just bodies found
In and out of town, local joker $$# ^!$$%
In the club popping Spade's by the twenty ^!$$%
Smoking loud ^!$$%, popping molly's ^!$$%
Your dog just went state, not mine ^!$$%
But not mine ^!$$%s
We live by the code, ? ^!$$%
[Hook]
I fell in love
Plus the bottom of her shoes look like she fell in blood
I stay sipping, never slipping, but I fell in mud
Every time I wake up I be with a different !@#%
Then I dropped up out of school, soon I fell for drugs
Then I fell off in the club with a couple guns
Then I fell out with my plug, he wasn't keeping up
Stack one-hundred's, hit the rug, let the trust fund
Fall for (*##$, banking on one's
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Man I fell out with my girl, man I fell out with that (*##$
Get the hell out of this house ho, gon' and pack your %#@!
Man I fell out with the plug and I fell out with my home boy
Ain't lose sleep about it, tricked out my Jeep about it
If I get ten ^!$$% 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
^!$$% is you kidding me? Cause Gucci Mane got baby choppers
Fall out with my baby mama if she said she ain't $#&@ing with Waka
Versace shades I see you ^!$$%, I got on these baller glasses
Chicken long way, all my pockets, all my hoes come pour some shotta's
[Hook]
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 !@#%
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 (*##$, banking on one's
[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 $#&@ old ladies
And I nut right in them (*##$es, and have her oh so baby
And also baby
[Hook]
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 !@#%
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 (*##$, banking on one's
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