Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fall Thru, artist - The Doppelgangaz.
Date of issue: 17.02.2014
Song language: English
Fall Thru |
Ayo |
Shorty say jesus, don’t get carried away |
We in that g class cabriolet drop top |
Sippin still water, acqua panna |
I want your bitch and I want your mama |
Don’t run from it |
Met her down in A3C, she got the HPV |
Still rock a ACG, called on a HTC |
And shit, it’s truly valid |
Shorty schooled me to shawarma and tabouli salad |
But she do be pallid, plus she extra teeny |
Try to seduce 'em with that chicken tetrazzini |
Get off my weenie, never seent 'em though they seen me |
You know my label gpe be on a beanie |
Back when he did tricks on a dyno |
Now he’s sending chicks to the gyno |
And i know as well as trop and scoobavel |
That feather in that inkwell |
Copped the new sl |
I just wanna call have them chickens fall thru |
But I don’t wanna ball if we all can’t too |
Gangaz never stall cause it’s all on you |
But I don’t wanna ball if we all can’t too |
Matt ov fact: |
Sittin' on the, mixin booze with fresca |
While hookers cooking this spaghetti alla puttanesca |
Empty all this fetty, investin' loot with tesla |
Doubled up and purchased the entire crew a vespa |
Headed to odessa, then north to southern france |
They askin' where we reppin', them undiscovered lands |
Mamita want some pictures with your brother mans |
Grabbin' ahold of somethin', never no other hands |
Maybe you’re lovers cans, you know this focus |
You switch your hairy palms with mine, she won’t even notice |
Yo since we on some bolla, givin this greatest shit |
I need some cleaner urine for my whizzinator kit |
Appreciate it kehd, till they withered and gone |
Spreadin' that doppel gospel, nigga hither and yon |
And all the non-believers, gettin' defenestrated |
While we get asiago cheese out in venice |
I just wanna call have them chickens fall thru |
But i don’t wanna ball if we all can’t too |
Gangaz never stall cause it’s all on you |
But i don’t wanna ball if we all can’t too |
Ep: |
You know matt, that’s my besty |
Kill for him, give him my left testi |
Cop him a lakefront with a jetski |
Man these chickens too pesky |
I just wanna ball with my clique |
Like we just won a espy |
Matt ov fact: |
I knew this buxom maid Betsy |
Who in her spare time was sellin custom-made sex toys on etsy |
She said she hop up in the bed free |
And she sick enough to sink a dock up in the dead sea |