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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
Ye
Ye
Vocals
Freddie Gibbs
Freddie Gibbs
Vocals
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
Aswad Asif
Aswad Asif
Songwriter
Nicholas Balding
Nicholas Balding
Songwriter
Michael Dean
Michael Dean
Songwriter
Charles Njapa
Charles Njapa
Songwriter
Daniel Chien
Daniel Chien
Songwriter
James Hau
James Hau
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Nasir Pemberton
Nasir Pemberton
Songwriter
Fredrick Tipton
Fredrick Tipton
Songwriter
François Beaune
François Beaune
Songwriter
Sasha Hashemi
Sasha Hashemi
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Producer
Ye
Ye
Producer
88-Keys
88-Keys
Producer
Wax Motif
Wax Motif
Producer
AyoAA
AyoAA
Producer
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Producer
Nic Nac
Nic Nac
Producer
James Hau
James Hau
Producer
Digital Nas
Digital Nas
Producer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Producer
Feez
Feez
Producer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I fell in love with you, we fell in love with you Guys like us just don't fall out of the fucking sky, you know? Let's keep zonin', let's keep floatin', let's keep moanin' Girl, I know that it ain't over In the morning, you'll be runnin' back to me Heart was broken, I am frozen, now you're glowin' This is more than just a moment In the morning, you'll be runnin' back to me This the shit that make rap niggas mad Them "think they cool" niggas mad Bad bitches more bad You shouldn't have bought her more ass, shall I add? Tell me, where we at? (Where we at?) I put nerds on the map (on the map) Now this Urkel in your bitch Did I do that? Beautiful, naked, big-titty women just don't fall out the sky, you know? Sky, you know? Sky, you know? And beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know? Tell me how you know I been searchin' high and low And I can tell you one thing Beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know? (Uh) Yeezy, how you doin', huh? Yeezy, how you doin', huh? Yeezy, how you doin', huh? Beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, uh, uh Just don't fall out the sky, you know? Just don't fall out the sky, you know? And beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know? Tell me how you know I been searchin' high and low And I can tell you one thing Beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know? Tell me how you know I been searchin' high and low And I can tell you one thing Beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know? Just don't fall out the sky, you know? Sky, you know? They just don't fall out the sky, you know? They so valuable I been searchin' high and low And I can tell you one thing Beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know? Let's keep zonin', let's keep floatin', let's keep moanin' Girl, I know that it ain't over In the morning, you'll be runnin' back to me Heart was broken, I am frozen, now you're glowin' This is more than just a moment In the morning, you'll be runnin' back to me This that shit that make rap niggas mad, yeah Fuckin' two twins, I told her skinny was in So she took out all the ass, kept it natural (yeah) But that thing still movin', I had to knock it down Yeezy, where we at? (Where we at?) Florence to Milan Just turned a bird bitch to my ex like I was Elon Count hundreds on the blue side, booty must've grew in size Seen it from the front side, damn, it must be two-sized (yeah) Goddamn it, must be two sides Forgis on the Double R, I'm floatin' like a cruise line Bitches wanna fuck me, then trap me, then fuck me over She cryin' tears in that Maybach and not the Toyota Once it's over, then she dead to me, give that hoe a memorial Suck my dick for the interview, a headitorial Put you on a track, have you workin' like I appointed you Hoe, how you gon' go blockin' your blessing when I anointed you? Beautiful big titty, butt naked bitches, where you at? Uh Started off trippin', tell her, "Pay tuition," no congrats, uh Winin' and dinin', now to take my ratchet hoe to Saks, uh She was too used to Hamburger Helper, chili mac And that's facts, you can fact-check it I'm from the crack era Redbone bitches, they king me like I'm a black checker Standin' at the plate, your hoe catchin' balls like a bat catcher I bring my pistol when I fuck her 'cause it's all 'bout survival, hoe I'll gut you clean, I bet you fuck with my rivals, though Put that on everything, a whole a stack of bibles, hoe Real niggas like me just don't fall out the sky, you know So keep vibin', hoe And you know that's facts, you can fact check it I'm from the crack era Where niggas run off and work it, don't bring it back era Standin' at the plate, your hoe catchin' balls like a back catcher Beautiful, naked, big-titty women just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Writer(s): Larry Smith, Sasha Hashemi, James Alexander Hau, Asif Aswad, Kanye West Omari, Daniel Chien, Zachary Frenes, Nicholas Matthew Balding, Darryl Matthews Mcdaniels, Tyrone William Griffin Jr, Joseph Simmons, Freddie Gibbs, Charles M. Njapa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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