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trae haze, statik the mademan, & youngsta wid flo - fall back lyrics

[intro: trae haze]
woo
(got d+mn it we in this b+tch one time)
got d+mn it
(why these n+ggas be playing with me man)

[chorus: trae haze]
cool it off and wet it up, cut it up, back it up, run it up
blowing strong, going strong, what you n+ggas think you on
knock her down, buss her down
make her frown, turn around
top dollars, pop dollars
hang around with top shottas (woo)

[post chorus: trae haze]
tell em fall back (woo), n+gga fall back (woo)
jumpin in and out the gym, i had to bounce back (yea yea)
tell em fall back (yea yea), n+gga fall back (yea yea)
i’m jumpin in and out the gym, i had to bounce back (n+gga)

[verse 1: trae haze]
got d+mn it i been k!llin since k!ll bill (haaa)
f+ck her at her mama’s house then count up some big bills (yea go)
people gonna change, what the f+ck is the big deal (nothin)
they stop, drop, and roll like a muh f+ckin fire drill
n+ggas do not like me, but it’s hard to get rid of me (it is)
she went up the hill so i named that b+tch hilary (my bih)
i don’t give a f like john s. kennedy (hard)
i’mma tell the truth like documentaries (yea)
i might need to sober up
f+ck her with her shoulders up
i been tryna hit it for a minute, girl you know what’s up (you do)
y’all n+ggas ain’t close enough
bullets make em open up (pow)
thug n+gga, if there’s any problems then we showin up (n+gga)
i been tryna hustle nights, makin sure the family right
i remember tryna get it all up in them cold nights
i know where they all be at, might as well get em whacked
kilt his ass in broad day light, that’s when you fall back
[chorus: trae haze]
cool it off and wet it up, cut it up, back it up, run it up
blowing strong, going strong, what you n+ggas think you on
knock her down, buss her down
make her frown, turn around
top dollars, pop dollars
hang around with top shottas (woo)

[verse 2: statik the mademan]
i’m jay z, big pimp’n on a big yacht (big yacht)
security feel duty i keep my weapons out (i keep em out)
i sh+t on n+ggas wit no diapers so i wipe em out (i wipe em out)
engine block on your tongue, we call ya motor mouth (motor mouth)
that cl!ck clack, that’ll make a n+gga fall back (fall back)
i got that fire, make it rain on my forecast (my forecast)
the cops pass, dirty choppas in the tall grass (grrraaaa)
i steam roll em, crush em easy like fiber glass (fiber glass)
i got a chef cuisine, whip game a miracle (a miracle)
they do it for the fame, i do it for residuals (the money)
i’m bout my business, diplomatic and political
i used to sell o’s out the box, like cereal (get em statik)
they fall back on the streets, on instagram they giants (b+tch)
my bull h+rns open ya top up like the reliant (yea)
you said you gettin money, b+tch you look like a client (like a client)
i’m a laker off the scale, i score like kobe bryant
[chorus: trae haze]
cool it off and wet it up, cut it up, back it up, run it up
blowing strong, going strong, what you n+ggas think you on
knock her down, buss her down
make her frown, turn around
top dollars, pop dollars
hang around with top shottas (woo)

[post chorus: trae haze]
tell em fall back (woo), n+gga fall back (woo)
jumpin in and out the gym, i had to bounce back (yea yea)
tell em fall back (yea yea), n+gga fall back (yea yea)

[intro: youngsta wid flo]
it’s youngsta

[verse 3: youngsta wid flo]
when pull up, i ain’t talkin sh+t (nope)
no words, i’m sparkin it (grouw)
shan0bi, kobe, and dog n+gga, f+ck boy i’m the black john wick (can’t f+ck wit me)
i’m harden with the shoot, so you ain’t stoppin it (swish)
3rd coast conglomerate (yea)
mix with moe and mademan and shots off from the n.o., stojakovic’ (mademan)
young real n+gga from these texas streets, on these beats i’m a dog and i’m actin bad (h+town)
f+ckn wit youngsta n+gga you gon see, you’ll sh+ttin and p+ssin in a plastic bag (it’s youngsta)
lot of mass diggin out the bag, but these n+ggas talk heavy when they on that work (grouw)
fiend ass n+gga, better smoke some purp
f+ck around end up on a t+shirt (grouw grouw grouw)
my shooters on the table make a n+gga fall back (boom)
30 wit a .30 make em all fall back
barkin on the mic like, “where my dogs at” (yea)
beat a n+gga ass with a baseball bat (woo)
he a rat b+tch, he be where the laws at (laws at)
f+ck on ya b+tch nah where ya walls at
stick a n+gga up, b+tch i need all that
run down on em dressed up in all black
p+ssy ass n+gga almost had a heart attack
squeeze on the b+tch, i’mma aim it for his hat
b a big dog lil n+gga you a cat
.40 in my lap, black back up in the back (smoke)
take hisself back down, got time to flip a pack
sippin on big moe, you can keep the yea (yes sir)
sippin on big moe, you can keep the yea
[chorus: trae haze]
cool it off and wet it up, cut it up, back it up, run it up
blowing strong, going strong, what you n+ggas think you on
knock her down, buss her down
make her frown, turn around
top dollars, pop dollars
hang around with top shottas (woo)

[post chorus: trae haze]
tell em fall back (woo), n+gga fall back (woo)
jumpin in and out the gym, i had to bounce back (yea yea)
tell em fall back (yea yea), n+gga fall back (yea yea)

- trae haze statik the mademan youngsta wid flo lyrics

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