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Featuring Gucci Mane & Young Thug Prod. by Lex Luger (Hook: Young Thug) I fell in love Plus the bottom of her shoes look like she fell in blood I stay sipping, never slipping, but I fell in mud Every time I wake up I be with a different slut Then I dropped up out of school, soon I fell for drugs Then I fell off in the club with a couple guns Then I fell out with my plug, he wasn't keeping up Stack of hundred's, hit the rug, that’s your trust fund Fall for bitch, banking on one's (Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame) Big bank, all hundred's, pussy nigga no one's Pocket scale, real niggas and a fucking handgun I'm from Clayton County, we bring shooters nigga, we don't run Come through with it from them baggie's, now we selling big bumps Assault rifle, two-two-three, we chop you down No diss hoes and re-tweets, just bodies found In and out of town, local joker ass nigga In the club popping Spade's by the twenty nigga Smoking loud nigga, popping molly's nigga Your dog just went state, not mine nigga But not mine niggas Letras de cancionesWe live by the code, mob ties nigga (Hook: Young Thug) I fell in love Plus the bottom of her shoes look like she fell in blood I stay sipping, never slipping, but I fell in mud Every time I wake up I be with a different slut Then I dropped up out of school, soon I fell for drugs Then I fell off in the club with a couple guns Then I fell out with my plug, he wasn't keeping up Stack of hundred's, hit the rug, that’s your trust fund Fall for bitch, banking on one's (Verse 2: Gucci Mane) Man I fell out with my girl, man I fell out with that bitch Get the hell out of this house ho, gon' and pack your shit Man I fell out with the plug and I fell out with my home boy Ain't lose sleep about it, tricked out my Jeep about it If I get ten nigga bricks tonight, then I hear people 'bout it Fell up off it, penicil, by two-twenty, I'm smoking chronic Pouring big tonic, Gucci Two Time's so drive two Ferrari's My life is a mini movie, everyday's a video Nigga is you kidding me? Cause Gucci Mane got baby choppers Fall out with my baby mama if she said she ain't fucking with Flocka Versace shades I see you nigga, I got on these baller glasses Chicken long way, all my pockets, all my hoes come pour some shotta's (Hook: Young Thug) I fell in love Plus the bottom of her shoes look like she fell in blood I stay sipping, never slipping, but I fell in mud Every time I wake up I be with a different slut Then I dropped up out of school, soon I fell for drugs Then I fell off in the club with a couple guns Then I fell out with my plug, he wasn't keeping up Stack of hundred's, hit the rug, that’s your trust fund Fall for bitch, banking on one's (Verse 3: Young Thug) Got them big ol' clips, inside of them little guns No Nelly, got bands on the Air Force, no one's I'm sellin, I got xan', worked hard, my car Just made it, to me, where I come from ain't far For you to see a rich, I'm a geek and a monster She wanna suck the sheik , guns up, she got hunger No no I could never beat her up, on my mama But she got more red bottom's, then the number one stunna' And that's Baby, I would love to help you start a candy lady My most ride me with cherry blosson , now fuck old ladies And I nut right in them bitches, and have her oh so baby And also baby (Hook: Young Thug) I fell in love Plus the bottom of her shoes look like she fell in blood I stay sipping, never slipping, but I fell in mud Every time I wake up I be with a different slut Then I dropped up out of school, soon I fell for drugs Then I fell off in the club with a couple guns Then I fell out with my plug, he wasn't keeping up Stack of hundred's, hit the rug, that’s your trust fund Fall for bitch, banking on one's From Letras Mania