King of the Fall

Album: not on an album (2014)
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  • I'm addied up, added up
    I just ate a plate for breakfast
    Put it in a cup, then I mix it up with Texas
    Chest feeling heavy like a midget on my necklace
    Bitches that we came with got all of your bitches jealous
    'Bout to leave the crib with a couple of my pirates
    Driving by the streets we used to walk through like a triumph
    Mix it in a potion like a science
    That liquid G diet got a nigga so quiet
    'Cause the shit so strong, got me feeling like I'm dying
    The shit so raw, nothing else can get me higher
    Only time you see me's when I'm balling with my niggas
    'Cause my life too private, my ride too private
    My flight too private, my show's so riot
    My jaw so tired, I go all night in my city to the fall
    Then it's time for me to fly her
    I got a girl at home even though she ain't flying

    And she gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it
    And she gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it
    And she gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it
    And she gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it
    Baby girl, you know what I like, baby, you know just what I like
    Baby, you know what I like (like like like like like)

    Don't be mad, let her get hers
    Don't be mad, let her get hers
    She make her own luck
    She don't give a fuck
    She trying to have fun
    Take a break from the love
    Man, your girl so bad, let me get her
    Your girl so bad, let me get her
    I make my own luck, I make that pussy talk
    On call to the fall, you can like it or not
    Nigga, back the fuck up
    If you ain't with me, motherfucker, you against me
    If you ain't complimenting, nigga, you offending
    I been out here last year wasting hella time
    XO is the only time investment
    Them fall shows every year like a birthday
    And I'mma do it every year in my birthplace
    And I ain't been this gone since Thursday
    I never said that I'd be sober in the first place

    And she gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it
    And she gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it
    And she gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it
    And she gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it
    Baby girl, you know what I like, baby, you know just what I like
    Baby, you know what I like (like like like like like)

    Baby girl, you know what I like,
    Baby, you know what I like, hm
    I just passed that liquor, fell off stage
    I just sold out the 02 at my own pace
    I can say that I'm attached to nobody
    I been getting paper while these niggas tryin' a stop me
    Shout my nigga Doc, that's a mentor
    Had some bad business, nothing personal
    But now the word out that we back on
    Some young Quincy Jones, dark skin Michael Jackson
    And these the motherfuckers that they packaged
    Their new shit all be sounding like my past shit
    Bring your girl to my show, give her floor seats
    Then she go downtown like she owe me
    XO, XO, XO, mix it up, pour it up, take it down slow
    This is my sound, nigga, fuck your sound
    Did it from the ground, ask around, bitch
    When I touch down, I'mma shake shit up
    Fuck your new man, I'mma break it up
    He can come back when I go on the road
    But that pussy mine for the next three months
    'Cause the kid back, kid back, kid back
    Cop ten whips for my niggas when we land
    Queen Street, nigga, making money overseas
    Had a few more debts, I'mma pay it all in cash
    Shout out XO, shout out to "The Boy" broke bread on tour
    Man, it's all love now
    Shout out my nigga Stix, doing good in these streets
    Man he popping more bottles then us right now
    Reason why they stressing, city never sunny
    When the kid come through with more niggas than Apollo
    But ain't shit funny, can't nobody stop me
    All my hoes are trained, I make all of them swallow
    All of them swallow
    All of them swallow
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    I make all of them swallow
    All of them swallow
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    I make all of them swallow
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    I make all of them swallow Writer/s: Abel Tesfaye, Brandon Hollemon, Hollemon Brandon, Jason Matthew Quenneville, Mike Dean
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Royalty Network, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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