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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

- mike smiff lyrics

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