Lyrics F a l l . O f f (feat. King Dave) - Xvii Dee
I
say
shut
the
fuck
up
talking
and
just
pick
a
side
Niggas
out
here
claiming
that
they
real
but
they
ain't
down
to
ride
Had
to
leave
my
side
girl
for
the
money,
she
got
thicker
thighs
Niggas
tryna'
say
they
starting
waves,
that
shit
a
slipping
slide
Yeah'
you
say
you
knucking'
let's
get
buck
like
what
the
fuck
is
up
Every
time
I
step
up
in
this
shit
they
know
my
bucks
is
up
Niggas
keep
on
talking
out
they
neck
but
they
ain't
tough
enough
I
let
it
slide
with
way
too
many
words
I
guess
they
luck
is
up
Cuz'
every
time
I
meet
these
niggas
when
it's
up,
it's
stuck
Yeah'
when
it's
up
it's
stuck
I
gotta'
charge
this
shit
straight
to
the
game
I
got
them
lil'
bitches
saying
my
name
I
got
them
lil'
bitches
wearing
my
chain
Bad
nigga,
man
I'm
back
in
the
game
I
got
them
bitches
they
wanna
have
sex
I
got
them
bitches
they
getting
me
wet
Eighteen
I
was
gripping
a
tec'
I
come
through
with
the
nike
lil'
tech
And
I
got
a
gun
in
this
bitch,
niggas
they
running
and
shit
Niggas
running
and
shit
You
a
lil'
hoe,
lil'
bitch
And
I
was
fucking
they
bitch,
Imma'
run
up
the
list
You
ain't
even
know
yo'
bitch
so
nasty
I
put
my
thumb
inside
her
ass
nigga
My
ex
bitch
out
here
crying
cuz'
they
know
I'm
out
here
fucking
these
bad
bitches
Out
here
Pluto,
Hugo
but
them
bitches
know
I
bag
different
And
I'm
out
here
slaying
all
these
bitches
back
to
back
nigga
At
the
age
of
ten
if
you
want
problems
then
I'm
with
the
shit
Fuck
a
premonition,
if
you
miss
it
you
won't
get
this
shit
To
hell
with
demolition
we
destroy
it
and
then
we
flip
the
shit
Walk
with
thirty-three
bands
in
my
pocket
Scottie
Pippen
shit
Feel
like
the
richest
nigga
in
the
land,
my
London
Tipton
shit
Hating
on
yo'
homie
for
some
bands?
They
on
some
tripping
shit
I
know
these
niggas
ain't
about
they
sayings,
they
on
some
different
shit
I
hope
that
god
forgive
me
for
my
sins
I
see
the
differences
Bitch
ass
niggas
I'm
standing
right
over
Glock
cocked
and
you
know
that
it's
over
Three
weeks
Ian
even
really
been
sober
Drive
fast
got
luck
like
it's
clover
Fuck
a
fall
off
like
the
end
of
October
Niggas
want
real
beef
but
it's
over
Imma'
ride
off
on
these
niggas
no
chauffeur
Outta'
space
with
it
this
shit
no
rover
And
I
really
grew
up
on
a
sofa
One
star
but
it
really
ain't
solar
Tried
to
live
his
whole
life
but
it's
over
Died
for
some
shit
he
did
in
the
moment
Bull
shit
in
his
talk
no
dozer
No
range
in
his
gun,
all
rover
Off
the
henny
I
really
ain't
sober
We
gone
fuck
the
club
up
til'
it's
over
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