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letra de can't fall out - afn peso

[intro]
uh
and this sh-t ain’t nothin’
i just do this sh-t (why you cookin’ up like that?)
uh
ain’t for nothin’, ehs
uh, same thing
same gang, all that

[verse 1]
now you f-ckin’ with the one, not the two (not the two)
i get money and i f-ck off the rules (off the rules)
do you mind if we f-ck off the juice? (drank)
do you mind if i take off the roof? (ooh)
girl, you fine and i can’t hold it in (it in)
you got cartier stamped on your lens (on your glasses)
you like n-ggas who pull up in benzes (in foreigns)
this the big thing, you can check the engine, uh
it go two hundred, ain’t no runnin’ from it (nah)
i did this sh-t on my own, i don’t come from money (yeah)
pockets gettin’ chubby, face gettin’ fat (fat)
see this coupe in the dark, it look matte black (yeah)
n-ggas fall off, n-ggas bounce back (yeah)
and b-tches eat a good d-ck can get called back (h-llo?)
i’m a one-of-one (one-of-one), that’s another fact (fact)
used to tote big guns, still tote straps
[chorus]
ayy, don’t let that man tell you nothin’
’cause you know i’m the truth and he dusty
i’m obsessed with this money, not clubbin’
it ain’t nothin’ more fun than them hundreds (cash)
i be gone, i’ll be back in the summer (yeah)
and the n-ggas i ride for is gunners (yeah)
i done fell out with closest of cousins (facts)
but i cannot fall out with my brothers, nah

[verse 2]
i done made some mistakes, i admit it (i admit it)
and when i do, please hold me to the standard (to the standard)
one day, we ain’t worried ’bout sh-t (’bout nothin’)
i be prayin’ that the sh-t come faster (come now)
you know that i been on my way (yeah)
if i don’t touch nothin’, it f-ck up my day (my day)
don’t trust these n-ggas, they pin where you stay (where you live)
don’t trust that ho, she gon’ lie to your face, n-gga
ain’t no pride in it (ain’t no pride in it), and you fine with it (and you fine with it)
i got a benz for you, b-tch, you can cry in it (yeah)
these n-ggas’ marathons last like five minutes (minutes)
move wrong in the streets and he died in ’em (and he dead)

[chorus]
ayy, don’t let that man tell you nothin’
’cause you know i’m the truth and he dusty
i’m obsessed with this money, not clubbin’ (cash)
it ain’t nothin’ more fun than them hundreds
i be gone, i’ll be back in the summer (yeah)
and the n-ggas i ride for is gunners
i done fell out with closest of cousins (facts)
but i cannot fall out with my brothers, nah, nah (yeah)

- afn peso

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