King Of The Fall (remix) Lyrics - Belly

She drive five hours for a nigga just to get some long dick 

No flowers from her nigga out in Luxembourg 

She came to Paris for a nigga 

She want to introduce her parents to a nigga, shit 

I just came from Milan, I had a threesome with two white bitches 

Almost had a four but the black girl didn't even like bitches 

I let her suck the dick, and passed her to my nigga 

Bunch of bad bitches in Geneva 

Twenty bottles in the club on my Visa 

Smokin' like a Taylor at my table, uh 

It's Pushaz Inc., the motherfuckin' label, and that XO 

All my niggas on that dick, we sold ourselves to the devil 

Local niggas say that, tell em to first get on my level 

Out in Berg in the coupe slidin' 

With a bitch, 'bout to get it poppin' 

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And she gon' give it up cause she know I might like it Baby girl, you know what I like 

Baby, you know just what I like 

Baby, you know what I like 

Dabbin' up, dabbin' up, I just hit the wax for breakfast 

Bitches tryna leave quick so they can't find a exit 

Chest feeling heavy like I sixty-nined with precious (wait) 

Chest feeling heavy like I'm pourin' up in Texas 

Told a bitch come over give me a perm, spit some G to ya 

Don't you tell these hoes what you learn, this is free for ya 

Kush got a triple action on some smokey shit 

Long dick reach deep down, in fallopian 

Half Brazilian her ass was Amazonian 

Dab by the slab, got you feeling like it's opium 

XO, bad hoes they call me Dablo Esco 

Unless it's money me no hablo 

Used to wish I could have you, now I wish you would leave 

Got niggas payin' your rent, you keep a trick up your sleeve 

Money hidden in the walls like it's insulation 

Couple Asian bitches, call it an orientation 

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Baby girl, you know what I like 

Baby, you know just what I like 

I just passed that "nigga fell off" stage 

Just sold out the O2 at my own pace 

I can say that I'm attached to nobody 

I been getting paper while these niggas tryna stop me 

Shout my nigga Doc, that's a mentor 

Had some bad business, nothing personal 

But now the word out that we back 

On some young Quincy Jones, dark skin Michael Jackson 

And these the motherfuckers that they packaged 

Their new shit all be sounding like my past shit 

Bring your girl to my show, give her floor seats 

Then she go downtown like she owe me 

XO, XO, XO 

Mix it up, pour it up, take it down slow 

This is my sound, nigga, fuck your sound 

Did it from the ground, ask around, bitch 

When I touch down, I'm a shake shit up 

Fuck your new man, I'm a break it up 

He can come back when I go on the road 

But that pussy mine for the next three months 

'Cause the kid back, kid back, kid back 

Cop ten whips for my niggas when we land 

Queen Street nigga making money overseas 

Had a few more debts, I'm a pay it all in cash 

Shout out XO, shout out to the boy 

Broke bread on tour, man, it's all love now 

Shout my nigga Stix, doing good in these streets 

Bet he popping more bottles than us right now 

Reason why they stressing, city never sunny 

When the kid come through with more niggas than Apollo 

But ain't shit funny, can't nobody stop me 

All my hoes are trained, I make all of them swallow 

All of them swallow 

All of them swallow 

All of them swallow 

I make all of them swallow 

All of them swallow 

All of them swallow 

All of them swallow 

I make all of them swallow 

All of them swallow 

All of them swallow 

All of them swallow 

I make all of them swallow 

All of, all of 

All of them swallow 

All of them swallow 

I make all of them swallow