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Fall Back, Okay Video (MV)




Performed By: SEYVEN
Language: English
Length: 2:22
Written by: Seyven Jones
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SEYVEN - Fall Back, Okay Lyrics
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It's the life I lead, baby
I can't worry about it
And we ain't press about it, thot
No, we won't talk about it
And in an instant, yeah, I get gone
Out the lot, out the box
I go two like my socks
I go chops when I eat
On my beef, no, no sandwich
We go fancy, we go mani
On that X like it's candy
Bitches all on my dick
She would never understand it
Who don't want a money glitch
Stop calling me and shit
She said she gon' be her own boss
Ross type shit, yeah
We hang like ornaments
Yeah, I want some foreign shit
Used to have a couple dollars
Make it stretch, accordion
Now she downtown with a nigga
Drop the coordinates, I'm gone , hey
Yeah, I promise I won't punk fake
It's a player punt lifestyle, one take
I just step outside, I'm fly a f*ck, TSA
She live by my word for what her friends say
I could put you on consulting
One f*cking fund, shit no finance
I could break it down, split it four ways
Fall back, okay
Hop right in that truck, yeah
We gon' fill that bitch up
I don't give a f*ck, yeah
Do you turn your friends up
Crossing state lines, looking for Teana Trump
I might try my luck, I might try my damn luck
Hey, yeah, you talking to me
Said she talking to the gold, but you understand me
I ain't really on that shit
And them niggas envy
I celebrate every day like I'm getting married
Yeah, and, yeah, I promise I won't punk fake
It's a player punt lifestyle, one take
I just step outside, I fly a f*ck, TSA
She live by my word for what her friends say
I could put you on consulting
One f*cking fund, shit no finance
I could break it down, split it four ways
Fall back, okay
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English

It's the life I lead, baby
I can't worry about it
And we ain't press about it, thot
No, we won't talk about it
And in an instant, yeah, I get gone
Out the lot, out the box
I go two like my socks
I go chops when I eat
On my beef, no, no sandwich
We go fancy, we go mani
On that X like it's candy
Bitches all on my dick
She would never understand it
Who don't want a money glitch
Stop calling me and shit
She said she gon' be her own boss
Ross type shit, yeah
We hang like ornaments
Yeah, I want some foreign shit
Used to have a couple dollars
Make it stretch, accordion
Now she downtown with a nigga
Drop the coordinates, I'm gone , hey
Yeah, I promise I won't punk fake
It's a player punt lifestyle, one take
I just step outside, I'm fly a f*ck, TSA
She live by my word for what her friends say
I could put you on consulting
One f*cking fund, shit no finance
I could break it down, split it four ways
Fall back, okay
Hop right in that truck, yeah
We gon' fill that bitch up
I don't give a f*ck, yeah
Do you turn your friends up
Crossing state lines, looking for Teana Trump
I might try my luck, I might try my damn luck
Hey, yeah, you talking to me
Said she talking to the gold, but you understand me
I ain't really on that shit
And them niggas envy
I celebrate every day like I'm getting married
Yeah, and, yeah, I promise I won't punk fake
It's a player punt lifestyle, one take
I just step outside, I fly a f*ck, TSA
She live by my word for what her friends say
I could put you on consulting
One f*cking fund, shit no finance
I could break it down, split it four ways
Fall back, okay
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Writer: Seyven Jones
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