Downfall 2018 Lil Durk; Young Dolph; Lil Baby
TracksDownfall

Artist: Lil Durk; Young Dolph; Lil Baby

Album: Downfall

Release time: 28-09-2018

You my downfall, I hope you know that shit

I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this

You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food

And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school

'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone

You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog fa'sho

You my nigga, and you right here for long

You my nigga, you my, you my nigga

You my nigga, that's a fact, and you can't lie to me (aye, woo)

What I get paid on that block,

That's like your salary (uh, woah)

Mandatory rules to the trenches, keep your gun on you

Before the money even be involved, they be one hundred

Fuckin' all these hoes state to state,

I ain't see love comin'

Slow down on that viagra, push from it, uh

Not what you do, just how you do it,

Ain't what you say, it's how you say it

You can think about the money,

But it's how you gonna chase it

They freed a couple killers, now they city goin' up

And you only call me when you see me pourin' up

And you snuck in tall, you don't know if we know or not

And you brought me drinks, only time you threw a shot (wow)

My other homie told my other homie

That my other homie other homie tryna kill him

That's why I only f**k with a couple niggas

Get out this d**e game, get a couple figures

Make my B***h cum and then I'm cummin' with her

Real niggas only, ain't no competition

We dropped Bloodas, now they sayin' "Bloodas"

If I don't know nothin', I know our fans love us

I learn through rappin', get some bands from it

You be around the fake, but I'll stand from it

You my downfall, I hope you know that shit

I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this

You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food

And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school

'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone

You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog fa'sho

You my nigga, and you right here for long

You my nigga, you my, you my, you my nigga

Don't even fix your mouth to tell me that you loyal (keep that)

They only reason I spare you is because I love you (I swear)

A whole lot of choppers, couple Jewish lawyers (yeah)

Straight d**e boy (yeah), Richard Porter (trap)

Took a lot of losses fuckin' with you n***a (trap)

Seen a lot of crosses fuckin' with you n***a (damn)

Yeah, we did dirt (yeah), yeah, I front you work (yeah)

Plugged on the syrup (yeah), but that s**t was curse (shit!)

You like to get high, I like to get paid (okay)

I been on some hustlin' s**t since 6th grade (aye, who dat?)

I'm the one your mom and daddy told you stay away from

But I'm the one who that told you f**k them hoes,

Let's get this paper

Count a million, smoke a n***a at the same time (hey)

Rich nigga, me and you ain't on the same time (it's Dolph)

On the stage or in the trap, I'm the same n***a (it's Dolph)

You ain't ever elevated, just the same nigga

You my downfall, I hope you know that shit

I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this

You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food

And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school

'Cause you might need her,

Tell the feds leave my niggas alone

You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog fa'sho

You my nigga, and you right here for long

You my nigga, you my, you my, you my nigga

You my nigga, you my dog since the sandbox

I been runnin' with some killers, we got hand Glocks

Sippin' syrup, I'm movin' slow like a grandpa

Kept it real from the jump, these niggas changed up

All these diamonds on my neck, they gettin' tangled up

Hearin' rumors 'bout my main man snortin' dust

We ain't have no ride, we'd steal a car, we'll catch the bus

I wish Lil Juan could see me now, a n***a rich as fuck

Fuck a nine-to-five, I'm sellin' while things

I was down bad on my dick, I didn't have no dreams

I swear to God I had a hundred racks at eighteen

Sittin' in the cell, goin' hard, they tryna mace me

Every n***a who do sauce gon' have to face me

Told my B***h that she can leave, she won't replace me

Doin' what I'm post to do, I know they hate me

Let me stand up on they ass until they take me

You my downfall, I hope you know that shit

I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this

You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food

And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school

'Cause you might need her,

Tell the feds leave my niggas alone

You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog fa'sho

You my nigga, and you right here for long

You my nigga, you my, you my, you my n***a

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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