Lil Jon and Travis Porter - Fall Out
YEAAAAAAH! Lil Jon! (Lil Jon)Travis Porter! (Travis Porter, bitch)
Fall out (fall out) fall out (fall out)
Yeah! yeah!
Pull up in the mall, all the hoes (fall out)
Cars so damn tall, open the doors (fall out)
Money, money, money just to blow (fall out)
We on fire, fire, fire, these niggas cold
I tint my screen (fall out, fall out)
I sip my lean (fall out, fall out)
I tint my screen (fall out, fall out)
I sip my lean (fall out, fall out)
I tint my screen (fall out, fall out)
I sip my lean (fall out, fall out)
I tint my screen (fall out, fall out)
I sip my lean (fall out, fall out)
Mug a nigga, middle finger to these bitches
(what, what)
Fuck you hoes first, snitches (what, what)
Yeah I'm back
And I'm still up on that crunk shit (yeah)
Fuck the dumb shit
You be on that mugging shit (what)
Where you been, nigga? I've
Been getting guap, guap
Out of town, overseas, making pussy pop (hey)
Them hoes jumped down
(yeah) , when I jumped out (yeah)
So I pulled my cock out, and let her rock out
Smashed hoe turnt up all the way
I don't see her, turn up all the way
All on in my song, drinking it to a loan
Blind eye, I just want to swear to god
Boy I'm bout to beat you better tell 'em
9 millimeters, that's why I'm finna bless 'em
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, leggo
9 to 5 boat but I'm finna go catch
My TV file, TV boss
All them hoes 'gon fall out (fall out)
His cost miles, but my cost taller
Open the door and fall out (fall out)
And what the hell is yall talkin bout? I got
Strap Da Fool, Fool
I'm on fire, fire, fire (fool, fool)
Pull up in the mall, all the hoes (fall out)
Cars so damn tall, open the doors (fall out)
Money, money, money just to blow (fall out)
We on fire, fire, fire, these niggas cold
I tint my screen (fall out, fall out)
I sip my lean (fall out, fall out)
I tint my screen (fall out, fall out)
I sip my lean (fall out, fall out)
I tint my screen (fall out, fall out)
I sip my lean (fall out, fall out)
I tint my screen (fall out, fall out)
I sip my lean (fall out, fall out)
Aw, hey get wet
It's Travis Porter and Lil Jon
When I'm down south, I say "bruh"
When I'm on north, I say "son"
And everytime we out of town
"we got goons" don't mean no gut
Aye, pull up in the club
This song real small
Two dos, cuz a nigga we stunt (ah)
And yesterday, I looked for, ball out
Ran into this chick, she was starstruck
Bout to fall out
I might just pull up at her house
Beat it down and just haul out
She say, "Ali, that's all you got?"
Yeah, yeah bitch I'm all out
(Quez) awwww, sound the alarm
Because I'm in the airport and
He calling me the bomb
And the way a nigga ball
They be calling me Lebron
Tried to rob me, he was dead
He tried to stab me with a gun
(What?) like Lil Jon and since this KEB
I'm just 'gon rip this shit and run
We in the league
And you in the back like baby seats
When we hit the club and ball
Yall just fall out just like some baby teeth
(oh)
Pull up in the mall, all the hoes (fall out)
Cars so damn tall, open the doors (fall out)
Money, money, money just to blow (fall out)
We on fire, fire, fire, these niggas cold
I tint my screen (fall out, fall out)
I sip my lean (fall out, fall out)
I tint my screen (fall out, fall out)
I sip my lean (fall out, fall out)
I tint my screen (fall out, fall out)
I sip my lean (fall out, fall out)
I tint my screen (fall out, fall out)
I sip my lean (fall out, fall out)
Written by:
Kwame B. Holland, Clifford Smith
Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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