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mike smiff - fall back lyrics
momma always told me son close your mouth when you eating
took me a while to find out she wasn’t only talking ’bout the dinner table
she talking about the streets
stay low_key and run it up young n_gga, yeah
let me hear it
head first when i jumped off the porch yeah
young n_gga ball hard, no court yeah
standing in the kitchen, hitting it with a fork yeah
trying to put my old girl in a porsche yeah
cubans all on my neck, all on my wrist
at a haitian restaurant with a cuban b_tch
n_ggas talk a whole lot but ain’t doing sh_t
u_haul all i do is make moves b_tch
i wanted js when i couldn’t afford to buy the sh_ts
now i rock js when i’m working out and sh_t
on the treadmill with them number threes on
with some three or four hundred dollars headphones
you better get yo old lady ’cause she looking at me
yeah she probably wanna throw that lil p_ssy at me
i tell them on the grind when they ask how i been
i came up, fell off, and bounced back again
i had to fall back and get my head right
yeah, i had to get my head right
had to cut some people off and get my head right
had to duck off and get my bread right
now a young n_gga got his swag up
tell her how i talk i got my swag up
got a bop in my walk ’cause my swag up
i done f_cked around and ran the bag up
music up loud when i came through
blowing marijuana out the sunroof
f_ck a n_gga b_tch if i want to
let her ride the d_ck like a mongoose
neighborhood superstar i’m that n_gga man
phone full of hoes, pocket full of benjamins
back in middle school they ain’t notice me
now these b_tches treat me like i’m jodici
f_ck ’em good and kick em out before they go to sleep
yeah my heart real cold hoe four degrees
on and off planes, in and out of rental cars
already drunk, it ain’t even six o’clock
get money, f_ck them hoes, do drugs
show you p_ssy ass n_ggas no love
i’m the type to go broke and get it all back
and if that ain’t a hustler then what you call that
i had to fall back and get my head right
yeah, i had to get my head right
i had to cut some people off and get my head right
i had to duck off and get my bread right
now a young n_gga got his swag up
tell her how i talk i got my swag up
got a bop in my walk ’cause my swag up
i done f_cked around and ran the bag up
back to the wind, chest to the fire
looking at the judge in the yes with a grudge on my mind
losing my temper in this jumper ’cause they won’t give me bond
but they won’t keep me long
walking through the flea market, bouncing like i hit like a liq
small talk convo getting short when i need a brick
i never knew you n_ggas in the first place
and i wanna rob you n_ggas in the worst way
get the f_ck from round me with that hoe talk
like the wind, this white blow soft
p89 press and play n_gga, no pause
take attorneys on a journey like ain’t no laws
won’t run ’til the bomb done
won’t sleep ’til you dead with the car running
put a bag on your head
even if i got to borrow money
even if i got to borrow bond money you dead
i had to fall back and get my head right
yeah, i had to get my head right
i had to cut some people off and get my head right
i had to duck off and get my bread right
now a young n_gga got his swag up
tell her how i talk i got my swag up
got a bop in my walk ’cause my swag up
i done f_cked around and ran the bag up
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