FALALA!

Lyrics for FALALA!

Fa, la-la-la, la, he don't like no strap, my shit fa, la-la-la (yeah) Comin', comin' from the mud, kid that cry, la-la-la, la (yeah) I've been on my block, I'm like, "Na, na, na, na, na" (dam-dammit) Ah-ah, ah, ah, na-na-na, na (hey, yeah) Me and my choppa sing, sound like fa, la-la-la Bullets really sting, make him drop, la-la-la, la How you hatin' on me? You not la, la-la-la, la She like, "BROKIE, don't go over there", bitch, I got opps tryna die They like, "How you walk 'round with that hunnid round clip?" (yeah) I'm used to clutchin' the .5 Bad lil' bitch finna tell me wanna suck on this dick (yeah) She told me, "Have a good night" She like, "BROKIE, be careful, I ain't squirted before", I make her shoot 'til she dry Two bad hos in the back tryna fuck this bitch (yeah), I might go three at a time Tryna fuck, I don't care about who is whippin' (yeah), either way, I'm fuckin' tonight (whoa) Body wanna hit up my phone, what you livin' like? I tell that motherfucker, "Get off my line" Ask for a preset, you gettin' blocked, bitch, you couldn't do this if you tried She on my phone like (dammit) 'cause I ain't givin' the dick up, bitch, goodbye (yeah) Had you blickin' the TEC (yeah), prolly gon' shoot the boy up if he bitch online (whoa) See all that shit in her butt, put that shit in like a grown-ass woman, I'm bi (yeah) Keep a stick, and it fuck, make that shit fah-fah-fah, turn that boy to the sky I got unlimited bucks, I'm a glitch, I be runnin' shit up (yeah) Lions be hittin' my phone at a party, they playin' my shit, bitch, I don't give a fuck Talk to me in three years, shut up 'fore I pierce yo' ear, gonna slut (yeah) Honestly, I should just fuck they bitch, that shit be too easy, they bitch 'boutta slut I'm in her gut, she all like Fa, la-la-la, la, he don't like no strap, my shit fa, la-la-la (yeah) Comin', comin' from the mud, kid that cry, la-la-la, la (yeah) That bitch on my block, I'm like, "Na, na, na, na, na" (dam-dammit) Ah-ah, ah, ah, na-na-na, na (hey, yeah) Me and my choppa sing, sound like fa-la-la-la Bullets really sting, make him drop, la-la-la, la How you hatin' on me? You not la, la-la-la, la