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Drego & Beno

Can't Forget

 

Can't Forget

(الألبوم: Sorry For The Auto Tune - 2019)


[Beno:]
(I got exotic pack)
Beep
Uh

Heard I'm rich now, can't forget my mommy
The bag up and running, can't forget my partners
Mexican bitch, yeah, she call me papi
All this damn money, can't get a dollar out me
Mercedes S 560, seats grip your body
All this damn money, bitch, don't tell nobody
I used to buy some work with my allowance
All I see in you hoes is some profit
All this damn lean, that's my problem
I sent my beans down to Houston, let's ball with the Rockets
My fiend like it better when I lock it
She say I hit it better when I lift her body (Bitch)
I thought I told you better, baby, work your body

[Drego:]
Man, yeah, I'ma work this bitch like a nine-to-five, uh
If I up these strips, it's gon' hurt your pride
We gon' hit the road, yeah, from ten to nine
Uh, catch a nigga leaving church, send him straight to God
You a hot boy like Turk and Juvenile
Lil' sis gon' shoot the bag and she a juvenile
I'm only three away, go 'head, shoot it now
I skipped the NCAA, I'm before my time
I blew a half a mil', ain't even in my prime
You tryna drive around the corner, boy, like Autobahn

[Drixk:]
Still got my Glock, I'll catch a body
Bought the whole pint and took a six up out it
S 550, come get your bitch up out it
You try to rob Beans, I wouldn't think about it
Knew I was the man, I counted fifty thousand
Catch me in the zone booling with a couple wild ones
Fuck a CPL, he still got his chopper
Fuck a BPL, he still got his bopper
I was off two Percs and fucked her for an hour

[40 GlockBoy:]
We'll bome to your city, pull a sixty out it
Y'all niggas lame, all y'all can't be around me
Got small goals, satisfied with ten thousand
Hit his bitch from the back, got his bitch hounding
Brodie just dropped a Rollie, got his wrist drowning
Niggas thought I lost the sauce, but I been found it
We got Glocks, AKs, and Kel-Tecs
All that loud mouthing, lil' nigga, kill that
'Fore I tell my nigga Rick where you live at
You gon' fuck around, yeah, get your kids snatched
We need the weed, the money, and the pills, jack

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