Never Fall Off
No more talkin lets just get straight into it
Yo bitch a mona lisa
She be moanin when im deep in it
She groanin cuz im leavin
Hit it once and i dont speak of it
Oops
I just spoke of it
That bitch deep throat she choke when im pokin it
King how im stroking it
Wake her ass up
With the folgers dick
Shawty chocolate
And she super thick
Im just tryna fit in it, woo
Im gettin jiggie while you hatin
You niggaz like ta ball on occasion
Im chillin on vacations, yeah
They puttin my trophies in all golden casings
I go and get it all you niggaz waitin
200 what im weighing
Uh
Lookin like a running back
She just got a tummy tuck and her booty done
I dont fuck wit that
Is you fuckin dumb
And my pockets fat
Just met kiara cheetara
She a thundercat
Uh
Five star nigga in a trap car
Wit my Gold on
I BEEN UP for a minute
NEVER FALL OFF, woo
Five Eight Nigga but i ball dawg
Flick of da wrist got yo bitch tryna ball hog
Ima spend it all
Get it back
Spend it all
Till its all gone
Ig bitches takin pictures all on my Lawn
You aint talkin bread you gon have ta talk ta dial tone
Aint pickin up less the money callin my phone
She about ta get this Fever
Tryna get the Bad Jawn
That Look Good like the girl on cousin skeeter
Uh
Bitch i got the heater
Tryna catch my drip
She gon drink it by the liter
Half black Philippina
Right angle how I lean her
Tryna rock the boat deep strokes
Deep throat she look like aalyiah
Ahhh
We gon break up bitch
I got my freedom now
Ya friend been want da dick
Aint hard ta figure out
Skippin back ta her crib
Got summin ta sing about
You ask her where her ass been at
She gon fuckin lie
I hit da door
All the strippers that i know hit the floor
On the marry go
Pole
Wearin no clothes
If my song on in da club
Callin all hoes
To drop that fat ass on a real nigga tho
Five star nigga in a trap car
Wit my Gold on
I BEEN UP for a minute
NEVER FALL OFF, woo
Five Eight Nigga but i ball dawg
Flick of da wrist got yo bitch tryna ball hog
Ima spend it all
Get it back
Spend it all
Till its all gone
Ig bitches takin pictures all on my Lawn
You aint talkin bread you gon have ta talk ta dial tone
Aint pickin up less the money callin my phone
Five star nigga in a trap car
Wit my Gold on
I BEEN UP for a minute
NEVER FALL OFF, woo
Five Eight Nigga but i ball dawg
Flick of da wrist got yo bitch tryna ball hog
Ima spend it all
Get it back
Spend it all
Till its all gone, champion
Ig bitches takin pictures all on my Lawn, wavy
You aint talkin bread you gon have ta talk ta dial tone
Aint pickin up less the money callin my phone
Hello
Yo bitch a mona lisa
She be moanin when im deep in it
She groanin cuz im leavin
Hit it once and i dont speak of it
Oops
I just spoke of it
That bitch deep throat she choke when im pokin it
King how im stroking it
Wake her ass up
With the folgers dick
Shawty chocolate
And she super thick
Im just tryna fit in it, woo
Im gettin jiggie while you hatin
You niggaz like ta ball on occasion
Im chillin on vacations, yeah
They puttin my trophies in all golden casings
I go and get it all you niggaz waitin
200 what im weighing
Uh
Lookin like a running back
She just got a tummy tuck and her booty done
I dont fuck wit that
Is you fuckin dumb
And my pockets fat
Just met kiara cheetara
She a thundercat
Uh
Five star nigga in a trap car
Wit my Gold on
I BEEN UP for a minute
NEVER FALL OFF, woo
Five Eight Nigga but i ball dawg
Flick of da wrist got yo bitch tryna ball hog
Ima spend it all
Get it back
Spend it all
Till its all gone
Ig bitches takin pictures all on my Lawn
You aint talkin bread you gon have ta talk ta dial tone
Aint pickin up less the money callin my phone
She about ta get this Fever
Tryna get the Bad Jawn
That Look Good like the girl on cousin skeeter
Uh
Bitch i got the heater
Tryna catch my drip
She gon drink it by the liter
Half black Philippina
Right angle how I lean her
Tryna rock the boat deep strokes
Deep throat she look like aalyiah
Ahhh
We gon break up bitch
I got my freedom now
Ya friend been want da dick
Aint hard ta figure out
Skippin back ta her crib
Got summin ta sing about
You ask her where her ass been at
She gon fuckin lie
I hit da door
All the strippers that i know hit the floor
On the marry go
Pole
Wearin no clothes
If my song on in da club
Callin all hoes
To drop that fat ass on a real nigga tho
Five star nigga in a trap car
Wit my Gold on
I BEEN UP for a minute
NEVER FALL OFF, woo
Five Eight Nigga but i ball dawg
Flick of da wrist got yo bitch tryna ball hog
Ima spend it all
Get it back
Spend it all
Till its all gone
Ig bitches takin pictures all on my Lawn
You aint talkin bread you gon have ta talk ta dial tone
Aint pickin up less the money callin my phone
Five star nigga in a trap car
Wit my Gold on
I BEEN UP for a minute
NEVER FALL OFF, woo
Five Eight Nigga but i ball dawg
Flick of da wrist got yo bitch tryna ball hog
Ima spend it all
Get it back
Spend it all
Till its all gone, champion
Ig bitches takin pictures all on my Lawn, wavy
You aint talkin bread you gon have ta talk ta dial tone
Aint pickin up less the money callin my phone
Hello
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Writer(s): Matthew Beckles
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