Fell In Love

Album cover art for "Fell In Love" by Toohda Band$ & Babys World & Slimmy B

Toohda Band$ & Babys World & Slimmy B - Rap

Fell In Love

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Duration: 2:26

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[Verse 1: Toohda Band$] I just sent 50 home, and they land at 9 [?] second time [?] I'd just rather grind [?] Roles Royces and the Bimers [?] Sware to god you should've seen it, how I bust her down All these [?] in the cleaners, I be Russian now All these lil niggas singing, they be like Usher now My ex bitch, she keep feending, I won't touch her now Sleez got an M, he only 21 [?] lil nigga bought [?] You know I got [?] bought my shorty one [?] me one Everytime [?] you know I get it done [?] [?] on my back, that I gotta carey [?] straight from scratch [?] The love so real, I [?] [?] now it's 10 G's I finally got a [?], you know what I mean Fell in love with [?] cause they [?] [Verse 2: Babys World] I'm a dope feend, I fell in love with straight codeine Hit my za plug, told that nigga bring some more weed Pull up with a rifle with a silance on it, like it blow [?] In the strip club the bitches on us, we don't throw cheese Vlone with Bape on me, I'm expencive Take my stick everywhere I go, I'm from the trentches Riding round with rackets on the chop, ain't playing tennis The way I make that shit disappear, put me in Ginnis Put me in the league, I'm balling on them now Catch your whip in traffic, we finna beat it down [?] my bitch be Gucci down Won't catch me at no show, unless a pistol round Nigga, we got it out the mud [?] when I was selling crud I don't pay for boddies, get you killed, that's just [?] Reaching for my chain, must be stupid, might be off the drugs [Verse 3: Slimmy B] Riding with the Glock, tryna put a nigga under [?] the streets, bitch, I got it out the gutter Yeah she got a nigga, but she still gon' call my phone That nigga I ain't home, cause she love how I fuck [?] telling bitches that you love them I be in they ear, telling bitches [?] [?] I ain't riding in no buggy No matter who you is, you with the opps, them bullits coming Don't matter who you is, you ain't talking money, why you talking? Hit her from the back, grab the wood, then I'm sparking Sideways, swerving in that [?], almost lost it [?] joggers, nigga

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Credits

Writers
  • Toohda Band$
  • Babys World
  • Slimmy B