"Fall In Line" lyrics

The last K.I.S.S.
One, two, three

I take my time with this shit
And I take my time with your bitch
Yes, I'm fly, no pilot
These racks I hold can buy it
These racks I hold done make these bitches change their mind
It happens all the time
Tell 'em, "Fall in line" (Yeah)
(Hey)

Do you love me? Do you love this life? (Life)
Shorty ain't gon' think twice (Yeah)
Everything come with a price (Price)
I just know you got a lot to learn, you got a lot to earn
Don't move too fast, you better wait your turn
Yeah, wait your turn
Racks on me, got money to burn
Shorty wanna live this fast life
Shorty tryna get that bread right (That bread right)
In the club every night (Woah)
Shorty wanna live this fast life
Pray that you got your head right (Head right)
In the club every night
(What you doin'?)
Ball like an athlete (ay)
Shorty from the Hills, tryna trap me (ay)
Keep a F&N in the back seat
Runnin' this shit like track meets
Up 24/7, no, I ain't sleep
Nigga said he real, but he ain't me (No)
Nigga said he real, but he can't be (No)
Count that money, walk to the bank, please (Hey)

Okay
This is young K-Ci, no JoJo
Hoes coming back every time like a yo-yo
Gas in the 'rello, I'ma stay low-low
Can't let a ho play me like a cello
Racks on me now, but I came from the ghetto
New VVS look like mellow yellow
Blowin' OG got me high like falsetto
Hello, I love her in some panties and stilettos

Baby, how you doing, is you OK? (ay)
I know your last nigga made low pay (Shh, last nigga made low pay)
Yeah, low pay
Come fuck with the dawg, it'll be okay (Yeah)
Let me take you to Phipps, it's your day (Your day)
Tryna treat every day like your birthday (Birthday)
Yeah, yeah, birthday (Birthday)
When I hit it, I'ma do it in the worst way (Worst way)

I take my time with this shit
And I take my time with your bitch (Time with your bitch)
Yes, I'm fly, no pilot
These racks I hold can buy it (Yeah, yeah)
These racks I hold done make these bitches change their mind
It happens all the time
Tell 'em, "Fall in line"

(Let's go)
This is young K-Ci, no JoJo
Hoes coming back every time like a yo-yo
Gas in the 'rello, I'ma stay low-low
Can't let a ho play me like a cello (Let's go)
Racks on me now, but I came from the ghetto
New VVS look like mellow yellow
Blowin' OG got me high like falsetto
Hello, I love her in some panties and stilettos

I been kickin' this flavor for your bitch, dawg
You the one I call, my back against the wall
I learned to stay patient, you can't walk before you crawl
She said, "My word is law," (Yeah) pray I see you tomorrow

These racks I hold can make these bitches change their mind
It happens all the time
Tell 'em, "Fall in line"
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