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letra de fall in love - otm

[intro: blue pesos]
(yeah, benji)
ugh, you know the truth

[verse 1: blue pesos]
hold the gun for me, if not, you ain’t in love with me
i wanna f-ck her all the time, ain’t no chill b-tton
her last n-gga was a square, she need a breadwinner
if you love me, baby, show me where the bands at
i bet a milli’ we ain’t never use no latex
they only tear it off for me, but you hate that
let’s be real, you knew the truth since way back
that n-gga flashy diamonds on, he just keep flexin’
he be ballin’ in a foreign with a hottie with him
you say it’s real, prove it to me, tat my name on you
if they offered you life, would you tell on me?
if i flatlined him, would you post bail for me?
i step out, we look exclusive with the chains glowin’
four chains on them, sh-t, do your thing, baby
n-ggas fake to me, n-ggas better not say nothin’
i’ve been grindin’ all my life, where n-ggas hate on me

[chorus: blue pesos & duffy]
i’ve been thuggin’ since young, i need real lovin’
keep it a hundred with me, i’ll do the same for you
you know the truth, i’m the truth, don’t play with me
over you, on gang and them, i’ll k a n-gga
(i’ve been thuggin’ since young, i need real lovin’)
(keep it a hundred with me, i’ll do the same for you)
(you know the truth, i’m the truth, don’t play with me)
(over you, on gang and them, i’ll k a n-gga)
sh-t
you in love with me? prove it to me, tat my name on you
keep it a hundred with me, i’ll do the same for you (sh-t)
you know the truth, i’m the truth, don’t play with me (b-tch)
over you, on gang and them, i’ll k a n-gga
[verse 2: duffy]
they ain’t f-ckin’ with us
lingo bingo, i got her talkin’ different
pourin’ all this lean, i’m still thirsty for it
in la, i’m like a hall of famer, talk to me
my fault, i ain’t mean to make her fall in love with me
nina ross, she gon’ sneak her in the club for me
if they lock me up, is you gon’ hold it down for me?
bring them bands home, make me proud of you
i’m a street n-gga, i don’t really trust nothin’
i eat five hundred dollar dinners with a blower pokin’
i’m gettin’ to it, yeah, i promise this sh-t nothin’ to me
she too fly, i gotta bring her out in public with me (yeah, benji)
duffel full of blues and a hundiddy
trust me, anybody could get introduced to chop suey
slidin’ in a foreign, n-ggas bums to me
i’m finna twist this lil’ ‘wood, baby, drive for me
vibe with me, i don’t brag about the free throws
big bank uchies on the dash, like for real, though
i’m flu flammin’, why you worried ’bout a side ho?
loafy on me, i make n-ggas look like lil’ bro
i keep flexin’, they for surely gon’ be mad at us
we could go do anything, sh-t, name somethin’
i need you to be my peace, keep my focus up
show me somethin’ if you so in love

- otm

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