FALLEN ANGEL 3/22

produced by @caleb-lodish & chrxme

featuring @aftrrs & @reedsnovember

lyrics:

pour up the tris
pour up-
pour up the tris
i know he hit it but he never hit it like this
scratch when i'm in it
i know you miss me cus you hit my phone ain't seen you in a grip
need a percentage
i put some shit about u in a song back when i was a jit
take out the linens
after this show & when i get back home ain't gon hear that again
my body different
drive up on you in the street, press delete
you can't see thru the tints
you be on timid
i be on anything
i got a wedding ring, crib got a fence

spent what u made on my fit
i got dior on my dick
u can see bands falling when i piss
doin my dance because i don't miss
doin my dance like i scored a touchdown
6am she gon text "are you up now??"
i'm up
i don't wanna fuck now
founding father u boys all my sons now

@aftrrs:
made hits on a dell
 my bitch she bumpin adelle shoppin chanel smokin gas no shell wanna fuck for the fame or the clout kiss n tell 
pray for ur well being if u leave im wishing u well 
aint shit i cant sell, if i ever fall off give a fuck oh well 
do this shit on my own ion need no help 
give a shit what they Taco bout phone ringin like a Bell 
i push that weight u gainin weight 
with hollows u wont stay in shape 
i keep a brick i move that cake 
movin in silence from state to state
 keep a drac on my lap no tommy 
vetements suicoke got that shit on me 
in my own world never trustin nobody 
pull up ona block, chop droppin em bodies

pour up the tris
pour up-
pour up the tris
i know he hit it but he never hit it like this
scratch when i'm in it
i know you miss me cus you hit my phone ain't seen you in a grip
need a percentage
i put some shit about u in a song back when i was a jit
take out the linens
after this show & when i get back home ain't gon hear that again
my body different
drive up on you in the street, press delete
you can't see thru the tints
you be on timid
i be on anything
i got a wedding ring, crib got a fence
pour up the tris
pour up-
pour up the tris
pour up the tris
pour up
pour up

@reedsnovember:
do my dance like i scored a touchdown
6am she gon text me "are you up now?"
need a perc i'm tryna fuck now
keep a big ol' tec on me like watch out
like nick cannon i be, wild 'n out
my dick in her tummy and right in her mouth
gettin' straight to this money like fuck all the clout
uh-huh you fuckin dummies all sum clowns
funny money i'm laughin out loud
she really love me i'm not sure if she down
5-star dinner and she love to eat out
fuck a swisher loose leaf with the loud
I got a stripper she roll in and out
pull out the wood and roll hot with the sound
oooooh
i gotta bounce
you jackin my swag ur mom might not be proud
bro ur mom my biggest fan
huh, huh ur mom in my dms
huh, huh, she suck me wit no hands
huh, huh cus i'm gettin these bands yeah yeah
she illiterate she'll never read again
my new bitch is obedient and a 10
remember i was dreamin' and way back when
i met her i don't think we'll ever meet again
no, no, no
no, no, nooooo

pour up the tris
pour up-
pour up the tris
i know he hit it but he never hit it like this
scratch when i'm in it
i know you miss me cus you hit my phone ain't seen you in a grip
need a percentage
i put some shit about u in a song back when i was a jit
take out the linens
after this show & when i get back home ain't gon hear that again
my body different
drive up on you in the street, press delete
you can't see thru the tints
you be on timid
i be on anything
i got a wedding ring, crib got a fence
pour up the tris
pour up-
pour up the tris
pour up the tris
pour up
pour up

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