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fat trel – she fell in love (remix) lyrics

[intro: rick ross]
yeah, yeah, gleesh, trel, dc
big money, real n-ggas
dreams come true, you watching it unfold
we untouchable, n-gga

[hook: fat trel]
she fell in love with a murderer
i’m a cold blooded k!ller
so you should know what i did to that p-ssy, boy
you d-mn right i hit her
she heard i was a dope boy
i heard she was a gold digger
all i know is she a real b-tch
so i f-ck her like a real n-gga

[verse 1: fat trel]
look, i fell in love with a real chick
she who i smoke, who i drink, share a meal with
no bullsh-t, and if she ready, i for real hit it
she even told the police “come and deal with it”
top down, in miami, i’m the youngest brother
a lot of money, not to mention, ugly motherf-cker
now what’s for supper? i’mma eat it if she keep it clean
i pop a m, smoke dope and i sip lean
now what you mean? big faces and they all green
remind you of double i in the saline
daydreamin’, i’m dirty but my face clean
number one, the runner-up escapin’ the scene
nah mean? i’mma touch it if you want to
south beach, i’m a freak in that fontainebleau
club liv, makin’ kids, what you wanna do?
club liv, makin’ kids, what you wanna do? true

[hook]

[bridge: fat trel]
f-ck her like a real n-gga
i f-ck her like a real n-gga
i f-ck her like a real n-gga
she f-ckin’ with a real n-gga

[verse 2: rick ross]
pull up on these p-ssy n-ggas
i pray to god just to ball on these p-ssy n-ggas
that’s inshallah, top down in that new ferrari
balenciagas, murciélagos, know a n-gga got it
you know i got it, keep a pistol if you perpetratin’
take a picture, i’mma post it, you could copy-paste it
let daddy fake it, red bottoms on my bottom b-tch
a lot of money, ain’t no botttom, i’m a baller, b-tch
that’s why you shakin’, got her p-ssin’ in the ugg boots
it’s all love, pay attention, she should come through
we on the beach in the yacht, what you wanna do?
we on the beach in the yacht, what you wanna do?

[interlude: rick ross]
aye, trel, hit up the team, n-gga
sl-tty boyz, tell ’em come through
we out here, black bottle boys
we on top of the game, let’s celebrate, n-gga
blow somethin’

[hook]

[bridge] (x2)

[verse 3: nipsey hu$$le]
yeah, don’t be afraid, fall in love
p-ssy ain’t the same once i’m done
so f-ck that other woman you just was
and f-ck them other n-ggas, they my sons
see, everything different when it’s done, properly
i’ll probably have you proud to be sprung
tell ya homegirls i’m the one
watch ya homegirls cause they slum
this rich real n-gga i become
tell me, is this really what you want?
for i shoot you out the barrel of my gun
and f-ck you like a n-gga held a grudge
i ain’t the type to talk goofy off the drugs
or take a girl heart just because
she cut ties with them scrubs
no answer but apparently it was, cause

[hook]

[outro: fat trel]
i f-ck her like a real n-gga
f-ck her like a real n-gga

- fat trel lyrics

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