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midnite da dread - fall back lyrics

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uh, i’m on my grind, i got the half of p’s, ounces, quarters and dimes and i get money that’s what i do. you got some crip? yea n-gg- check me for that too. you got the white rhino? oh yea we call that zoo, you mix it all together then we call that stew. everybody wonderin is all that true but best believe i got the trees n-gg-s to fall back too

verse 1

i came wit bread, first name midnite, last name is dread. middle name da put the sh-t togetha yo, i’m bout chedda, couldn’t find a betta dro. nuff respect to big bro up in federal, three months from now momma says they gots to let em go. and imma drop like the speakers be, guaranteed the thugs gon bust a glock when they speaka me. when i pull up on the block and the peoples be chillin and the hoes be on my jock yea but secretly. we ain’t on the same page, change ya frequency, cuz truth is i can’t even take more then a weeka me. but imma tell you like this, imma -ss man, but i’ll stare at a pair of nice t-ts. and imma hustla i put that on the hair on my jits, i hit the studio then i go take care of my bricks

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i’m on my grind, i got the half of p’s, ounces, quarters and dimes and i get money that’s what i do. you got some crip? yea n-gg- check me for that too. you got the white rhino? oh yea we call that zoo, you mix it all together then we call that stew. everybody wonderin is all that true but best believe i got the trees n-gg-s to fall back too

verse 2

you think ya trees the sh-t? but the fact is i got more thc in my spit. i burn a n-gg- to the third degree of my spliff and i ain’t from tokyo but pardon me if i drift. and i ain’t opio but i’m known for the mischief, catch me laid back n-gg-, blowin on a big spliff. and if she’s bad yea she goin on the hit list, i’m somethin like a good fella blowin up the witness. i’m hittin cali soon, i’m goin up to memphis. i keep a hot b-tch, flowin like relentless cuz n-gg-s front chu work and then be blowin up the interest. if i gotta get chu boy i’m showin up in trenches. showin up in trenches? yea n-gg- said that swagged up rockin black timbs and a dread hat, bagged up a couple hooligans and a red cat. always know that you can find him where the breads at

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verse 3

just gon thank da man, for every line i spit ya know i’m gon bank a grand. you couldn’t smoke this good if ya flown to amsterdam, came back and hit ya hood wit ya own master plan. midnite n-gg-, prince of the wake and bake. this beats b-mpin, how much could the breaka take. n-gg-s bluffin, yea they hopin that i take a break, but i keep it thuggin , only for my people sake. ain’t nuttin for me to shine, that’s a piece a cake and if she ain’t a dime best believe she’s at least a eight. mind blown like telepathy, got perrine gone n-gg- off my own recipe. three doors down, i’m blowin crip, she get the besta me. three more rounds, she take a sip and start undressing me. three more pounds, i gotta flip, it ain’t no catching me. i’m green year round, somethin you wish that yo connection be

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