I ain't finna fall down Fourth quarter, shorty, I'ma ball out Don't go to work, baby call out Ain't no waitin', no stall now I'm finna ball out Fourth quarter, shorty, no call outs Don't go to work, baby, just call out Uh, In the bedroom, all out Percs on the counter I can't wait to take 'em Blunts on the counter Can't wait to face it Bad lil' bitch, yeah She be my favorite All my songs, they all on her playlists I don't really know how to say it but I'ma say it I don't really know if she take it but she can take it I don't slow it down unless I'm in the matrix Presidential brain that bitch like Sarah Palin I ain't finna fall down Fourth quarter, shorty, I'ma ball out Don't go to work, baby call out Ain't no waitin', no stall now I'm finna ball out Fourth quarter, shorty, no call outs Don't go to work, baby, just call out Uh, In the bedroom, all out Here it go I'm not the same nigga that I was a year ago I thank God every day for this, a miracle In the Trap House singing negro spirituals, yeah Aunt Jemima, best believe I'm in trap, goin' entry lining Pull up on 'em with the Rollie, that's perfect timing I guess that means that the stars aligning, uh Gun sing like CeCe Winans Change shit just like the climate Sit back in my seat reclining I call that shit perfect timing I'm in another country getting new money My money act depression, yeah that's blue money Feeling like I had depression, I was blue or something Until I smoked a pack and then I blew or something
know I'ma fall down, uh I ain't finna fall down Fourth-quarter, shorty, I'ma ball out Don't go to work, baby call out Ain't no waitin', no stall now Uh, I'm finna ball out Fourth-quarter, shorty, no call outs Don't go to work, baby, just call out Uh, In the bedroom, all out Percs on the counter, I can't wait to take 'em Blunts on the counter, can't wait to face it Bad lil' bitch, yeah, she be my favorite All my songs, they all on her playlists I don't really know how to say it, but I'ma say it I don't really know if she take it, but she can take it I don't slow it down unless I'm in the matrix Presidential brain, that bitch like Sarah Palin Here it go I'm not the same nigga that I was a year ago I thank God every day for it, this a miracle In the Trap House singing negro spirituals, yeah Aunt Jemima, best believe I'm in trap, goin' entry linin' Pull up on 'em with the Rollie, that's perfect timin' I guess that means that the stars alignin', uh Gun sing like CeCe Winans Change shit just like the climate Sit back in my seat, reclinin' I call that shit perfect timin' I'm in another country getting new money My money it had depression, yeah, that's blue money Feeling like I had depression, I was blue or somethin' Until I smoked a pack and then I blew or somethin', uh, uh Listen to the way that I flow on this shit is off the top, like a wave cap Pull up on the scene then you get knocked like the bass back Put the Mac-11 bullet where your fucking face at Eating good cocaine on a placemat, huh And that's where the bitch put her face at Eating good cocaine on a placemat, uh And that's where the bitch put her face at
Try this one (Only, only sugar, hahaha, aah), try this one Mouv' DJ MUXXA Uh I don't wanna know I'ma fall down, uh I ain't finna fall down Fourth-quarter, shorty, I'ma ball out Don't go to work, baby call out Ain't no waitin', no stall now Uh, I'm finna ball out Fourth-quarter, shorty, no call outs Don't go to work, baby, just call out Uh, In the bedroom, all out Percs on the counter, I can't wait to take 'em Blunts on the counter, can't wait to face it Bad lil' bitch, yeah, she be my favorite All my songs, they all on her playlists I don't really know how to say it, but I'ma say it I don't really know if she take it, but she can take it I don't slow it down unless I'm in the matrix Presidential brain, that bitch like Sarah Palin Here it go I'm not the same nigga that I was a year ago I thank God every day for it, this a miracle In the Trap House singing negro spirituals, yeah Aunt Jemima, best believe I'm in trap, goin' entry linin' Pull up on 'em with the Rollie, that's perfect timin' I guess that means that the stars alignin', uh Gun sing like CeCe Winans Change shit just like the climate Sit back in my seat, reclinin' I call that shit perfect timin' I'm in another country getting new money My money it had depression, yeah, that's blue money Feeling like I had depression, I was blue or somethin' Until I smoked a pack and then I blew or somethin', uh, uh Listen to the way that I flow on this shit is off the top, like a wave cap Pull up on the scene then you get knocked like the bass back Put the Mac-11 bullet where your fucking face at Eating good cocaine on a placemat, huh And that's where the bitch put her face at Eating good cocaine on a placemat, uh And that's where the bitch put her face at
here go I'm not the same kid that I was a year ago I thank luck for it, god damnit it's a miracle wishing well but I love hell sippin beer, got love mail drippin tears, can't read brail blind but I'm kind so it fine and cus I'm trying one sweet ting make me feel like I'm dieing
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I ain't finna fall down
Fourth quarter, shorty, I'ma ball out
Don't go to work, baby call out
Ain't no waitin', no stall now
I'm finna ball out
Fourth quarter, shorty, no call outs
Don't go to work, baby, just call out
Uh, In the bedroom, all out
Percs on the counter
I can't wait to take 'em
Blunts on the counter
Can't wait to face it
Bad lil' bitch, yeah
She be my favorite
All my songs, they all on her playlists
I don't really know how to say it but I'ma say it
I don't really know if she take it but she can take it
I don't slow it down unless I'm in the matrix
Presidential brain that bitch like Sarah Palin
I ain't finna fall down
Fourth quarter, shorty, I'ma ball out
Don't go to work, baby call out
Ain't no waitin', no stall now
I'm finna ball out
Fourth quarter, shorty, no call outs
Don't go to work, baby, just call out
Uh, In the bedroom, all out
Here it go
I'm not the same nigga that I was a year ago
I thank God every day for this, a miracle
In the Trap House singing negro spirituals, yeah
Aunt Jemima, best believe I'm in trap, goin' entry lining
Pull up on 'em with the Rollie, that's perfect timing
I guess that means that the stars aligning, uh
Gun sing like CeCe Winans
Change shit just like the climate
Sit back in my seat reclining
I call that shit perfect timing
I'm in another country getting new money
My money act depression, yeah that's blue money
Feeling like I had depression, I was blue or something
Until I smoked a pack and then I blew or something
good shit bro keep grinding
know
I'ma fall down, uh
I ain't finna fall down
Fourth-quarter, shorty, I'ma ball out
Don't go to work, baby call out
Ain't no waitin', no stall now
Uh, I'm finna ball out
Fourth-quarter, shorty, no call outs
Don't go to work, baby, just call out
Uh, In the bedroom, all out
Percs on the counter, I can't wait to take 'em
Blunts on the counter, can't wait to face it
Bad lil' bitch, yeah, she be my favorite
All my songs, they all on her playlists
I don't really know how to say it, but I'ma say it
I don't really know if she take it, but she can take it
I don't slow it down unless I'm in the matrix
Presidential brain, that bitch like Sarah Palin
Here it go
I'm not the same nigga that I was a year ago
I thank God every day for it, this a miracle
In the Trap House singing negro spirituals, yeah
Aunt Jemima, best believe I'm in trap, goin' entry linin'
Pull up on 'em with the Rollie, that's perfect timin'
I guess that means that the stars alignin', uh
Gun sing like CeCe Winans
Change shit just like the climate
Sit back in my seat, reclinin'
I call that shit perfect timin'
I'm in another country getting new money
My money it had depression, yeah, that's blue money
Feeling like I had depression, I was blue or somethin'
Until I smoked a pack and then I blew or somethin', uh, uh
Listen to the way that
I flow on this shit is off the top, like a wave cap
Pull up on the scene then you get knocked like the bass back
Put the Mac-11 bullet where your fucking face at
Eating good cocaine on a placemat, huh
And that's where the bitch put her face at
Eating good cocaine on a placemat, uh
And that's where the bitch put her face at
Damn the nostalgia 😢😢😢
Good stuff bro🔥🔥🔥 lets grow!
progreso
Nice 👌🏻
Thank you! Cheers!
E jag den ända svensken här som direkt kommer o tänker på Einar första klass
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Yooo I needed this! Thank you!
dm thatproducerjake on ig
yoooo, let me get this please!
Try this one (Only, only sugar, hahaha, aah), try this one
Mouv'
DJ MUXXA
Uh
I don't wanna know
I'ma fall down, uh
I ain't finna fall down
Fourth-quarter, shorty, I'ma ball out
Don't go to work, baby call out
Ain't no waitin', no stall now
Uh, I'm finna ball out
Fourth-quarter, shorty, no call outs
Don't go to work, baby, just call out
Uh, In the bedroom, all out
Percs on the counter, I can't wait to take 'em
Blunts on the counter, can't wait to face it
Bad lil' bitch, yeah, she be my favorite
All my songs, they all on her playlists
I don't really know how to say it, but I'ma say it
I don't really know if she take it, but she can take it
I don't slow it down unless I'm in the matrix
Presidential brain, that bitch like Sarah Palin
Here it go
I'm not the same nigga that I was a year ago
I thank God every day for it, this a miracle
In the Trap House singing negro spirituals, yeah
Aunt Jemima, best believe I'm in trap, goin' entry linin'
Pull up on 'em with the Rollie, that's perfect timin'
I guess that means that the stars alignin', uh
Gun sing like CeCe Winans
Change shit just like the climate
Sit back in my seat, reclinin'
I call that shit perfect timin'
I'm in another country getting new money
My money it had depression, yeah, that's blue money
Feeling like I had depression, I was blue or somethin'
Until I smoked a pack and then I blew or somethin', uh, uh
Listen to the way that
I flow on this shit is off the top, like a wave cap
Pull up on the scene then you get knocked like the bass back
Put the Mac-11 bullet where your fucking face at
Eating good cocaine on a placemat, huh
And that's where the bitch put her face at
Eating good cocaine on a placemat, uh
And that's where the bitch put her face at
here go
I'm not the same kid that I was a year ago
I thank luck for it, god
damnit it's a miracle
wishing well but I love hell
sippin beer, got love mail
drippin tears, can't read brail
blind but I'm kind
so it fine and cus I'm trying
one sweet ting make me feel like I'm dieing
two perky pop now I feel like I'm flying
get rife in the crib
it's a life so i live till I fuckin die
no bars
Ayy man can i use this plz for one of my songs called crazy
dm thatproducerjake on ig
I subbed
copyright free?
Need tha beat
Link for non-profit use?
Hey Brother can you Send me the bpm real quick
Wheres that juice dropbox👁
dm thatproducerjake on ig
Who made this beat?
Seems like it's a remix of the instrumental from a french song. Reine by Dadju.
Donate money honey lil sickness Covid a bill for the treasury’s
Everybody cool until you get a copyright strike
Won't happen. Even tho it's a remake, because there is small changes its not exactly the same and he ain't selling it.
Please the link
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you stole the shit outta this beat lmfaooo
Ey yo somebody know is IG ?
yo bro whats your insta I can't find you