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letra de fall back - yg juju

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[verse 1]
put that on my home land
talk sh-t you gon’ get smacked with the whole hand
talk crazy you gon’ get hit by the whole gang
my boys gon’ go loco like they lindsay lohan (woah)

tell all the hoes back home that i’m back b-tch
flex like gymnastic
no geobaskets
jewelry not plastic
certified bad b-tch
outta this world b-tch i’m outta this galactic

i’m still on the streets like black bags of plastic
f-ck anybody in the city living lavish
south jakarta batsh-t
crazy like jurassic
my girl from the south side
so i know she valid

old mans see me i know he gonna go spastic
tryna be tough homie, why the f-ck you actin’?
don’t care who yo dad is
don’t care who yo mans is
juju talking smack but at the least i can still back sh-t

[pre chorus]
i said what i really said uh
when i’m cashing checks better know i’m breaking bread uh
shawty on my face lookin like a face tat uh
i’m a big dawg lil b-tch you a speck (lil b-tch you a speck)
no riddle, big facts
scoliosis, put the city on my back
i’m braggadocios, i ain’t really tryna flex
so if you ain’t with it, lil tiko fall back

[chorus]
fall back, lil homie, fall back x3
if you ain’t with it lil tiko fall back
fall back, lil homie, fall back x3
so if you ain’t with it lil tiko fall back

[verse 2]
la di da di da di da
see me doin’ donuts in my mama’s little minivan
i don’t need a foreign to stunt, already a pretty man
think you need to cool down so turn on the f-cking ceiling fan
woah

she thick like michelin man
she wanna get cuffed but she said she don’t f-ck with policemen
said she like my pinky ring
and she like my pseudonym
capital j for my name and the city i’m carrying

fee fi fo fum, woah
walking with a hunchback, like i’m from notre dame, woah
yg juju out the village in archipelago
if you finna talk sh-t, i call up people i know, woah

fee fi fo fum me
counting my blessings like how i be counting my greens
like i’m counting my sheep
‘fore i’m taking my sleep
i count like i’m posted up on sesame street (woah)

[verse 3]
if my old hoes call i ain’t pickin’ up
if i come at your hoe then you’re breakin’ up
i throw singles at your girl and then i pick it up
back to fundamentals juju take your b-tch, just give it up

i cop pieces for my closet then i mix it up
drip like melted ice cream, hoe don’t l!ck it up
cold like reddi wip
she lookin’ like l!ckitung
she calling me baby like i’m drinking out a sippy cup

three white b-tches on me yeah i’m litted up
look like the cigarettes that i done got litted up
look like rock band asking “whats my age again?”
built like rock band asking “whats my age again?”

they say juju is the coldest out the east
and anyone who disagree i tell ‘em, “b-tch please”
you know ‘bout my steelo and you know about my st–ze
cuz juju really sicky like he really gotta sneeze

[pre chorus]
[chorus]

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