Lyrics Lil Jon – Fall Out

Lil Jon:
Yeah!…
Lil Jon! (Lil Jon!)
Travis Porter! (Travis Porter, bitch!)

Strap Da Fool:
Pull up in the mall, all the hoes (fall out)
Cars so damn tall, open the doors (fall out)
Money, money, money just to blow (fall out)
We on fire, fire, fire, these niggas cold

I tint my screen (fall out, fall out)
I sip my lean (fall out, fall out)
x4

Lil Jon:
Mug a nigga, middle finger to these bitches (what, what)
Fuck you hoes first, ?
snitches (what, what)
Yeah I’m back, and I’m still up on that crunk shit (yeah)
Fuck the dumb shit, you be on that mugging shit (what)
Where you been, nigga? I’ve been getting guap, guap
Out of town, overseas, making pussy pop (hey)
Them hoes jumped down (yeah), when I jumped out (yeah)
So I pulled my cock out, and let her rock out

Strap Da Fool:
Smashed hoe turnt up all the way
I don’t see her, turn up all the way
All on in my song, drinking it to a loan
Blind eye, ?

Pull up in the mall, all the hoes (fall out)
Cars so damn tall, open the doors (fall out)
Money, money, money just to blow (fall out)
We on fire, fire, fire, these niggas cold

I tint my screen (fall out, fall out)
I sip my lean (fall out, fall out)
x4

Ali:
Aw, hey, get wet
It’s Travis Porter and Lil Jon
When I’m down south, I say «bruh»
When I’m on north, I say «son»
And everytime we out of town, «we got goons» don’t mean no gut
Aye, pull up in the club, this song real small
Two dos, cuz a nigga we stunt (ah)
And yesterday, I looked for ?
ball out
Ran into this chick, she was starstruck, bout to fall out
I might just pull up at her house
Beat it down and just haul out
She say, «Ali, that’s all you got?»
Yeah, yeah bitch I’m all out

Quez:
(Quez!)
Aww, sound the alarm
Because I’m in the airport and he calling me the bomb
And the way a nigga ball, they be calling me Lebron
Tried to rob me, he was dead, he tried to stab me with a gun
(What?) like Lil Jon
And since this K.E.B, I’m just ‘gon rip this shit and run
We in the league, and you in the back like baby seats
When we hit the club and ball, yall just fall out just like some baby teeth (oh)

Strap Da Fool:
Pull up in the mall, all the hoes (fall out)
Cars so damn tall, open the doors (fall out)
Money, money, money just to blow (fall out)
We on fire, fire, fire, these niggas cold

I tint my screen (fall out, fall out)
I sip my lean (fall out, fall out)
x4