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conversations.value: Write me a song called King of The Fall (Remix) with the following description: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? Days after he released the remix to “Often” with Schoolboy Q and Rick Ross, Abel furthers his claim of King of the Fall by remixing the titular song itself. Putting on both upstart American star Ty Dolla $ign and Canadian rapper Belly, the vibe is just as spaced-out while adding a hip-hop flair.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
  She drive five hours for a nigga just to get some long dick
  No flowers from her nigga out in Luxembourg
  She came to Paris for a nigga
  She want to introduce her parents to a nigga, shit
  I just came from Milan, I had a threesome with two white bitches
  Almost had a four but the black girl didn't even like bitches
  I let her suck the dick, and passed her to my nigga
  Bunch of bad bitches in Geneva
  Twenty bottles in the club on my Visa
  Smokin' like a Taylor at my table, uh
  It's Pushaz Inc., the motherfuckin' label, and that XO
  All my niggas on they think, we sold our souls to the devil
  Local niggas say that, tell 'em to first get on my level
  Out in Bern in the coupe slidin'
  With a bitch, 'bout to get it poppin'
  [Chorus: The Weeknd & Ty Dolla $ign]
  And she gon' give it up cause she know I might like it
  She gon' give it up cause she know I might like it
  She gon' give it up cause she know I might like it
  She gon' give it up cause she know I might like it
  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
  Bitches 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 bitch 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 shit
  Long dick reach deep down, in fallopian
  Half Brazilian her ass 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 niggas payin' your rent, you keep a trick up your sleeve
  Money hidden in the walls like it's insulation
  Couple Asian bitches, call it an orientation
  [Chorus: The Weeknd & Ty Dolla $ign]
  And she gon' give it up cause she know I might like it
  She gon' give it up cause she know I might like it
  She gon' give it up cause she know I might like it
  She gon' give it up cause she know I might like it
  Baby girl, you know what I like
  Baby, you know just what I like
  Baby, you know what I like [Break: The Weeknd]
  Baby girl, you know what I like
  Baby, you know just what I like
  [Verse 3: The Weeknd]
  I just passed that "nigga 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 niggas tryna stop me
  Shout my nigga 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 motherfuckers that they packaged
  Their new shit all be sounding like my past shit
  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, nigga, fuck your sound
  Did it from the ground, ask around, bitch
  When I touch down, I'ma shake shit up
  Fuck your new man, I'ma break it up
  He can come back when I go on the road
  But that pussy mine for the next three months
  ’Cause the kid back, kid back, kid back
  Cop ten whips for my niggas when we land
  Queen Street nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas than Apollo
  But ain’t shit funny, can’t nobody stop me
  All my hoes are trained, I make all of them swallow
  [Outro]
  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