She Fell In Love lyrics

[Intro]
(M-M-M-May-)
(This is the producer)
She fell in love with a dope boy
(M-M-)
Until she found out
Dope boys, b*tch ass n*ggas
Scared of the killers
Scared of the riders
(M-M-M-Maybach Music)
Ah

[Chorus]
She fell in love with a murderer (Murderer)
I'm a cold blooded killer (I'm a cold blooded killer)
So you should know what I did to that pus*y, boy (pus*y, boy)
Your damn, right I hit her (Your damn, right I hit her)
She heard I was a dope boy (She heard I was a dope boy)
I heard she was a gold digger (I heard she was a gold digger)
All I know is, she a real b*tch (Know is, she a real b*tch)
So I f*ck her like a real n*gga

[Verse 1]
Met her in Miami, I was f*ckin' up a check
All black with a strap, I was f*ckin' up they set
Fat n*gga in the drop, so the roof dropped back
Pocket full of guap, tell yo' ex n*gga, "Top that"
Have you ever had sex in a cherry red Bach?
With a fat trap n*gga, get that pus*y so wet
Work it out, Bowflex, OG, no stress
Proceed, progress, new house, mo' checks (Mo' checks)
I know you tired of your lifestyle
She said she love me 'cause my life wild
She said she need it right now
'Cause what I got can't fit in a Lifestyle
Actavis make her tongue sweet
And going deep make her heart stop
All it take is one call
I'm pullin' up when the call drop
[Chorus]
She fell in love with a murderer (Murderer)
I'm a cold blooded killer (I'm a cold blooded killer)
So you should know what I did to that pus*y, boy (pus*y, boy)
Your damn, right I hit her (Your damn, right I hit her)
She heard I was a dope boy (She heard I was a dope boy)
I heard she was a gold digger (I heard she was a gold digger)
All I know is, she a real b*tch (Know is, she a real b*tch)
So I f*ck her like a real n*gga

[Post-Chorus: Fat Trel]
I f*ck her like a real n*gga
f*ck her like a real n*gga
I f*ck her like a real n*gga
I f*ck her like a real n*gga
f*ck her like a real n*gga
I f*ck her like a real n*gga
f*ck her like a real n*gga
She f*ckin' with a real n*gga

[Verse 2]
I met her in Orlando, after the show (Go)
I was tryna leave, she told me she tryna go (Go)
I was on the pill, she told me she tryna roll (Roll)
I was tryna f*ck, so she told me, "Do it slow" (Go)
Hit her from the back, sippin' Act, blowin' pap (Pap)
Whenever she leave, tell her lead with the strap (Strap)
My chopper's in the front, triple beams in the back
Young b*tch, gotta teach her how to act, how to trap like
Take that, leave that though, three stacks for the petro
Window down for the jet smoke, I remember riding Metro
Now it's beef steak with the beer shrimp
Heavy butter like a real pimp
She gettin' tired, counting all night
Shopping trips make it alright
(Maybach Music)
[Chorus]
She fell in love with a murderer (Murderer)
I'm a cold blooded killer (I'm a cold blooded killer)
So you should know what I did to that pus*y, boy (pus*y, boy)
Your damn, right I hit her (Your damn, right I hit her)
She heard I was a dope boy (She heard I was a dope boy)
I heard she was a gold digger (I heard she was a gold digger)
All I know is, she a real b*tch (Know is, she a real b*tch)
So I f*ck her like a real n*gga

[Post-Chorus: Fat Trel]
I f*ck her like a real n*gga
f*ck her like a real n*gga
I f*ck her like a real n*gga
I f*ck her like a real n*gga
f*ck her like a real n*gga
I f*ck her like a real n*gga
f*ck her like a real n*gga
She f*ckin' with a real n*gga

[Outro: Fat Trel]
I f*ck her like a real n*gga (I f*ck her like a real n*gga)
f*ck her like a real n*gga (f*ck her like a real n*gga)
(M-M-M-Maybach Music)