DaHeala - King of The Fall (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign] She drive five hours for a n***a just to get some long dick No flowers from her n***a out in Luxembourg She came to Paris for a n***a She want to introduce her parents to a n***a, sh** I just came from Milan, I had a threesome with two white b**hes Almost had a four but the black girl didn't even like b**hes I let her s** the dick, and pa**ed her to my n***a Bunch of bad b**hes in Geneva Twenty bottles in the club on my Visa Smokin' like a Taylor at my table, uh It's Pushaz Inc., the motherf**in' label, and that XO All my n***as on they think, we sold our souls to the devil Local n***as say that, tell 'em to first get on my level Out in Bern in the coupe slidin' With a b**h, 'bout to get it poppin' [Hook: The Weeknd] And she gon' give it up cause she know I might like it (x4) Baby girl, you know what I like Baby, you know just what I like Baby, you know what I like [Verse 2: Belly] Dabbin' up, dabbin' up, I just hit the wax for breakfast b**hes tryna leave, crib so big can't find a exit Chest feeling heavy like I 69'd with Precious-weight Chest feeling heavy like I'm pourin' up in Texas Told a b**h come over give me a perm, spit some G to ya Don't you tell these hoes what you learn, this is free for ya Kush got a triple action on some smokey sh** Long dick reach deep down, in fallopian Half Brazilian her a** was Amazonian Dab by the slab, got you feeling like it's opium XO, bad hoes they call me Dablo Esco Unless it's money me no hablo Still wish I could have you, now I wish you would leave Got n***as payin' your rent, you keep a trick up your sleeve Money hidden in the walls like it's insulation Couple Asian b**hes, call it an orientation [Hook] [Verse 3: The Weeknd] Baby girl, you know what I like Baby, you know just what I like I just pa**ed that "n***a fell off" stage Just sold out the O2 at my own pace I can say that I'm attached to nobody I been getting paper while these n***as tryna stop me Shout my n***a Doc, that's a mentor Had some bad business, nothing personal But now the word out that we back On some young Quincy Jones, dark skin Michael Jackson And these the motherf**ers that they packaged Their new sh** all be sounding like my past sh** Bring your girl to my show, give her floor seats Then she go downtown like she owe me XO, XO, XO Mix it up, pour it up, take it down slow This is my sound, n***a, f** your sound Did it from the ground, ask around, b**h When I touch down, I'ma shake sh** up f** your new man, I'ma break it up He can come back when I go on the road But that p**y mine for the next three months 'Cause the kid back, kid back, kid back Cop ten whips for my n***as when we land Queen Street n***a making money overseas Had a few more debts, I'ma pay it all in cash Shout out XO, shout out to the boy Broke bread on tour, man, it's all love now Shout my n***a Stix, doing good in these streets Bet he popping more bottles than us right now Reason why they stressing, city never sunny When the kid come through with more n***as than Apollo But ain't sh** funny, can't nobody stop me All my hoes are trained, I make all of them swallow All of them swallow All of them swallow All of them swallow I make all of them swallow All of them swallow All of them swallow All of them swallow I make all of them swallow All of them swallow All of them swallow All of them swallow I make all of them swallow All of, all of All of them swallow All of them swallow I make all of them swallow