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letra de fall back - 1100 himself

every day a n-gga hear me, they want the old leven
b-tch, i’m shootin’ dice again, i’m tryna roll a seven back
he keep [?] at the rent, he want the old kevin back
makin’ n-ggas cabbage patch and bouncin’ out this cadillac
and you just keep on f-ckin’ rollin’, f-ckin’ with my cataracts
difference is that n-gga mad, i smoke za, i count racks
n-ggas come in here and lie, that’s not me, that’s all fact
n-gga think he need that n-gga cuz he typed in all caps
i’ll really send some shots at your f-ckin’ ball cap
call my phone talkin’ crazy, i ain’t gon’ never call back
take my l’s on the chin, so what the f-ck you call that?
and i don’t even know your mans, tell that n-gga to fall back
b-tch, who the f-ck is hе?
they want the old levеn back when they ain’t f-ck with me
this b-tch just bought your ass a meal, now you a f-ckin’ pea
i’m walkin’ tall in gucci shoes, i love them gucci g’s
man, i love this little b-tch, i f-ck her till she creams
i’m givin’ freddy krueger vibes, i f-ck her in her dreams
man, they leg check the hooper, they f-ckin’ up his dream
i keep pourin’ all this red, it’s f-ckin’ up my green
punch a n-gga in his face, i’m f-ckin’ up my rings
i had to take that b-tch off and calibrate my beam
b-tch, but i ain’t say a thing’
and i be [?] here in there, these methamphetamines
the white n-gga call my phone, he want some ketamine
and i just cut a n-gga off behind his jealousy
eleven hundred, and i’m not buyin’ what you sellin’ me
that n-gga said that sh-t to you, so why you tellin’ me?
and i just had to ask this n-gga, why you tellin’ me?
baccaratus mixed with prada[?], she tryna smell on me
she probably thought that n-gga was rich, but he had add
b-tch, i don’t want your phone number, i want your ppp
b-tch, i want steak and i want lobster, give me that ebt
and b-tch, i better eat today, we call that bet
my teacher sat me in the back, as i had add
i got more money than he do, cause i can a-d-d
i’m not in all that stoplights, and they like abb
eleven hundred, the roadrunner
i’m like, hey, meep, meep

- 1100 himself

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