Lyrics:
I'll forget about you
I'll forget about you
I'll forget (Yeah)
I hate the fact that I'm here and I'm stuck in this place
Feel like I'm running on rope
What planet are you on you must be cuckoo,
I don't wanna put a thing in Fifi's hands,
'Cause you're real definitely, make it, go duku
We're supposed
announced (*Puff : The winner is...*)
So there ya go girl with thousands in ya palms
Why you can't let by gones be by gones
[112]
Where do we go
What must I
say
(Oh, I've got the victory)
Come on, get those hands in the air
Victory
(Victory)
Victory, say
(Victory)
Come on Pastor Josh, I need you in 1 sec
lifted
They say that that boy be so gifted
Teacher said I’d never be shit
I hope that bitch don’t miss this
In the booth I’m da truth wit you there’s no
You already know what I been on
You know where I be at
'Cause men lie, women lie
Numbers don't, I see that
Catch me in a private jet
Like fuck
E-class
I think we got a problem
Yeah
Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew
Big business minus the business suit
Even I look in
out havin lunch with a player mack
I'm in the background, don't trip partner
Just munchin on the lunch that your bitch bought me
She don't love you
out havin lunch with a player mack
I'm in the background, don't trip partner
Just munchin on the lunch that your bitch bought me
She don't love you
I don't got the key to get in
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
get cold so I keep my fire , don't run up ,I got my heat tucked
Uh stop telling lies you ain't got racks you a broke bitch in disguise
These niggas not
did it on my own
And I don't want, don't want you
Yeah, I need something better
Yo, bro, what's going on
The album is done, baby, what do you gotta say
We ain't come to lose baby Winning is all we know
Popping champagne in the Winners circle that's all a player Know
It's go hard or go home so we turn
minute pass
Passin minutes, I shook sin and shook drugs
I did right by you but still you took Bugz
Then caught me in adultery, fought me
For not
picking no winners
I just be playing the game
Mad you ain't in our gang
Mad that you just a shame
I be that debonair
I cut my pretty hair
My pen game
off of drug talk
(Told you they don't make niggas like the Butcher no more man)
Yeah, uh
In interviews talkin' Plug talk
Got my name off of drug
would think they would indict me
Got so much bars, if you wanna talk, you gotta write me
Girl, i'm that n***a
I don't take L's, i'm a winner
I need me
the jack off hour, girl
You requested it and The Documentary 2 is in your ear
And I am the DJ that is gonna sock some soul to your ass
Not the DJ that can
city you by my side
4 am for Lagos city cruising by your side
Eye don dirty oh yeah oh yeah
Blood don dirty ladadadadadada
My mind don dirty be my ride
because this fake stupid
Clout obsessed era that we all in, I know I won't make it through it
I wrote this so you loathe what is deemed to be illogical
the flow, yo ass will crash you'll fly through the window
Your album in limbo, corny square box tinted limo
Your rap score zero broken superheroes, tryna save
the flow, yo ass will crash you'll fly through the window
Your album in limbo, corny square box tinted limo
Your rap score zero broken superheroes, tryna save
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't believe in nothing smaller
But if we will try to heal, I hope we go supersonic when we leave
Yeah yeah
I kept my promise
of roulette
Your album don’t sell now you major in debt
I come out the woodwork to kill em all
Listen really you should work
Go get involved
I ain’t tryna
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