โหลดเพลง mp3 Fall Threw - Rich The Kid

Fall Threw (Explicit) - Rich The Kid/Young Thug/Gunna
Lyrics by：Dimitri Roger/Jeffrey Williams/Sergio Kitchens/Wesley Glass
Composed by：Dimitri Roger/Jeffrey Williams/Sergio Kitchens/Wesley Glass
Future：
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 p***y on drip tell her fall through
Fall through
Pinky ring that's an igloo
Igloo
Stack the racks the money tall as you
Woo woo
Count a hundred when it's nothin' to do
Woo
P***y on drip tell her fall through
I'm f**kin' this b***h on the bed
On God
I told her Proceed with the head
On God
I'm countin' these racks on you speds
On God
I'm puttin' my s**t on her legs
On God
I told the lil' b***h it's the kid
The kid
I told the lil' b***h I'm the best
Yeah
I came with the nine and the TEC
The nine
I'm keeping the photo of the b***h
Woo
Young Thug：
I'm f**kin' with Rich 'cause I'm rich
Woo
I told her I'm keepin' it rich
Woo
Yeah b***h I cannot
Afford you 'cause you a lil' thot-thot
Thot-thot
I came with two nines like I'm Rondo
Rondo
Then I hit the nine with the jackpot
jackpot
Yeah I got the crockpot
I got the
Yeah I'm smokin' like magmas
I got ooh
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 p***y on drip tell her fall through
Fall through
Pinky ring that's an igloo
Igloo
Stack the racks the money tall as you
Woo woo
Count a hundred when it's nothin' to do
Woo
P***y on drip tell her fall through
I'm f**kin' this b***h on the bed
On God
I told her Proceed with the head
On God
I'm countin' these racks on you speds
On God
I'm puttin' my s**t on her legs
On God
I told the lil' b***h it's the kid
The kid
I told the lil' b***h I'm the best
Yeah
I came with the nine and the TEC
The nine
I'm keeping the photo of the b***h
Young Thug：
Pull off in that Lambo quick
Skrrt
Hundred racks and a TEC in this b***h
What
Quarter mil' on my necklaces
Ice
Tell your b***h to stop textin' me
B***h
I've been livin' so reckless
So reckless
I done crashed the Bentley
Skrrt
But my pockets ain't empty
Ain't 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 p***y on fleek
Fleek
She keep the Gucci on fleek
Gucci
I f**k her it's nice to meet
Yeah
No you can't get a bite to eat
Woo
Chase a check I don't like to sleep
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 p***y on drip tell her fall through
Fall through
Pinky ring that's an igloo
Igloo
Stack the racks the money tall as you
Woo woo
Count a hundred when it's nothin' to do
Woo
P***y on drip tell her fall through
I'm f**kin' this b***h on the bed
On God
I told her Proceed with the head
On God
I'm countin' these racks on you speds
On God
I'm puttin' my s**t on her legs
On God
I told the lil' b***h it's the kid
The kid
I told the lil' b***h I'm the best
Yeah
I came with the nine and the TEC
The nine
I'm keeping the photo of the b***h
Woo
Gunna：
You couldn't even afford a T-Rex
Nah
Got pointers in all the Rolex
Yeah
She swallow that s**t in her neck
Damn
I f**k her too good on the X
The X
F**k the police who tryna arrest
Arrest
Tryna make a rich n***a stress
Stress
Yeah I'm drippin' like sweat
Drippin' like sweat
N***as ain't drippin' like that
N***as ain't drippin' like that
Put 200K in the bag
The bag
Pull out the latest Maybach
Maybach
YSL ain't going out sad
Not going out sad
Yeah we on the map
We on the map
Ride with the stick on my lap
The stick on my lap
These lames ain't giving me dap
Nah
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
Count up the racks it's nothing new
The p***y on drip tell her fall through
Fall through
Pinky ring that's an igloo
Igloo
Stack the racks the money tall as you
Woo woo
Count a hundred when it's nothin' to do
Woo
P***y on drip tell her fall through
I'm f**kin' this b***h on the bed
On God
I told her Proceed with the head
On God
I'm countin' these racks on you speds
On God
I'm puttin' my s**t on her legs
On God
I told the lil' b***h it's the kid
The kid
I told the lil' b***h I'm the best
Yeah
I came with the nine and the TEC
The nine
I'm keeping the photo of the b***h
Woo