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Paroles de la chanson Fall Threw par Rich The Kid

[Future]
Wheezy outta here (Wheezy outta here)

[Rich the Kid & Young Thug]
I got me some twins, identical (What)
I cannot crash the Bentley coupe (Skrrt)
Count up the racks, it's nothing new
The pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through" (Fall through)
Pinky ring, that's the igloo (Igloo)
Stack the racks, the money tall as you
Count a 100, but it's nothing, dude
Pussy on drip, tell her "Fall through"
I'm fuckin' this bitch on the bed (On God)
I told her, "Proceed with the head" (On God)
I'm countin' these racks on these feds (On God)

I'm puttin' my shit on her legs (On God)
I told the lil' bitch, "It's the kid" (The kid)
I told the lil' bitch, "I'm the best" (Yeah)
I came with a 9 and a TEC (A 9)
I'm keeping a photo with the bitch (Ooh)

[Young Thug]
I'm fuckin' with Rich 'cause I'm rich (Ooh)
I told her "I'm keepin' it rich" (Ooh)
Yeah, bitch, I cannot
I fucked you 'cause you a lil' thot, thot
I came with two 9's like I'm Rondo
Then I hit the 9 with the jackpot
Yeah, I got the crockpot
Yeah, I'm smokin' like magma

[Rich the Kid & Young Thug]
I got me some twins, identical (What)

I cannot crash the Bentley coupe (Skrrt)
Count up the racks, it's nothing new
The pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through" (Fall through)
Pinky ring, that's the igloo (Igloo)
Stack the racks, the money tall as you
Count a 100, but it's nothing, dude
Pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through"
I'm fuckin' this bitch on the bed (On God)
I told her, "Proceed with the head" (On God)
I'm countin' these racks on these feds (On God)
I'm puttin' my shit on her legs (On God)
I told the lil' bitch, "It's the kid" (The kid)
I told the lil' bitch, "I'm the best" (Yeah)
I came with a 9 and a TEC (A 9)
I'm keeping a photo with the bitch (Yeah, huh)

[Rich the Kid]

Pull off in that Lambo quick (Skrrt)
100 racks and a TEC in this bitch (What?)
Quarter mill on my necklaces
Tell your bitch to stop textin' me (Bih)
I've been livin' so reckless (So reckless)
I done crashed the Bentley (Skrrt)
Balmain pockets are empty (They empty)
Why are you flexin'? It's rented (It's rented)
I might do the whole dash, for sure (What?)
The McLaren got suicide doors (Suicide doors)
I'm payin' cash no lease (Lease)
She keep the pussy on fleek (Fleek)
She keep the Gucci on fleek
I fuck her, it's nice to meet
No, you can't get a bite to eat (Woo)
Chase the check, I don't like to sleep (Rich!)

[Rich the Kid & Young Thug]

I got me some twins, identical (What)
I cannot crash the Bentley coupe (Skrrt)
I count up the racks, it's nothing new
The pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through" (Fall through)
Pinky ring, that's a igloo (Igloo)
Stack the racks, the money tall as you
Count a 100, but it's nothing, dude
Pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through"
I'm fuckin' this bitch on the bed (On God)
I told her, "Proceed with the head" (On God)
I'm countin' these racks on these feds (On God)
I'm puttin' my shit on her legs (On God)
I told the lil' bitch, "It's the kid" (The kid)
I told the lil' bitch, "I'm the best" (Yeah)
I came with a 9 and a TEC (A 9)
I'm keeping a photo with the bitch (Yeah, huh)

[Gunna]
You couldn't afford a T-Rex (Nah)
Got pointers in all the Rolex (Yeah)
She shallow that shit in her neck (Damn)
I'm fucking her good on the X (X)
Fuck the police, who tryna arrest? (Arrest)
Tryna make a rich nigga stress (Stress)
Yeah, I'm drippin' like sweat (Dripping like sweat)
Niggas drippin' like that (Drippin' like that)
Put 200k in the bag (In the bag)
Pull out the latest Maybach (Maybach)
YSL ain't going out sad (Ain't going out sad)
Yeah, we on the map (We on the map)
I put the stick on my lap (Stick on my lap)
These lames ain't giving me dap (Giving me dap)
You need to get rid of the cap (Rid of the cap)

[Rich the Kid & Young Thug]
I got me some twins, identical (What)
I cannot crash the Bentley coupe (Skrrt)
I count up the racks, it's nothing new
The pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through" (Fall through)
Pinky ring, that's a igloo (Igloo)
Stack the racks, the money tall as you
Count a 100, but it's nothing dude
Pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through"
I'm fuckin' this bitch on the bed (On God)
I told her, "Proceed with the head" (On God)
I'm countin' these racks on these feds (On God)
I'm puttin' my shit on her legs (On God)
I told the lil' bitch, "It's the kid" (The kid)
I told the lil' bitch, "I'm the best" (Yeah)
I came with a 9 and a TEC (A 9)
I'm keeping a photo with the bitch (Yeah, huh)

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