Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fallin (feat. Dopehead & Danny Brown), artist - Zelooperz. Album song Help, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bruiser Brigade
Song language: English
Fallin (feat. Dopehead & Danny Brown) |
Not ballin', I’m failin', I’m stackin', I’m fallin' |
Too many shots, I’m standin', I’m fallin' |
Too many blunts, now ballin' I’m feelin' |
Never too much, failin', I’m fallin' |
Can’t pay the bill, now I’m bailin' |
Hold on, bruh, let me go and get this money |
Can I give a shout out to my nigga Pac? |
He let me stay at his crib, say I don’t owe him nothin' |
To be real, you wanna go to Brazil |
Bruh let me kill the game, I’ll fly to that bitch |
Gimme that beat, I’mma body that bitch |
Struggle life, said «bye» to that shit |
Scramblin' for the change, tired of that shit |
Young nigga sell whole lot of that shit |
Moms cried when I sold that shit |
Bet I ran out, now my pockets looking hit |
Tryna buy some Raymond, lookin' for sanction |
Lookin' under the couch, lookin' under the bed |
That’s how I knew I was 'bout my head |
Nigga can’t sleep and I need a new bed |
Used to be locked, I don’t need to smoke reg' |
Now a nigga stressed out, pass that shit |
Can’t trust a bitch, yeah, fuck ya best friend |
Got me in the game like «Nigga, what’s next?» |
Nigga, I’m fallin' (x4) |
In love with the game, my life never be the same |
, bitch, fly stupid pissed |
I got a smart bitch, her butt is stupid thick |
Cause she ball hard and claim Gucci clique |
Cause she poppin' pussy, that jooky shit |
I’m too legit, nigga, that uzi spit |
You Disneyland, nigga, that Goofy shit |
I’m zoned out, that shit |
I get wild, that Boosie shit |
I smoke loud, that zooty shit |
Got a stupid flow, that jooky shit |
Got a stupid ho, super slick |
Got a stupid, I hit a stupid lick |
The smart bitch suck super dick |
She topped me off about super quick |
I’m jooky, bitch, King Jooky, bitch |
I’ll pimp you, bitch, I don’t give a shit |
My nigga from the deuce-8 don’t sell dope after nighttime |
on the pipeline, I ain’t got no time to be writin' rhymes |
Back seat of that two-door, them conflicts be crucial |
If a nigga don’t got my dough, you might be hit with a |
My mode survival, this Bruiser shit be tribal |
Get close like, fucked up ya green like Geico |
, I smoke dope |
No heat in that house, cold, to warm up, I had to use the stove |
Nigga, I’m fallin', nigga, I’m fallin', nigga, I’m fallin', nigga, I’m fallin' |
Fucked up on that game, and Ciroc keep callin' |
Now I’m ballin', now I’m ballin', now I’m ballin', now I’m ballin' |
Yo' bitch all on my dick and, for sure, she keep on callin' |
This that Bruiser shit, that Bruiser shit, Dopehead, that jooky shit |
Coon in the room, Legion of Doom, y’all niggas that bogus shit |
Bruiser shit, that Bruiser shit, Dopehead, that jooky shit |
Coon in the room, Leg' of Doom, y’all niggas that bogus shit |