Keep Forgettin'
I don't know her name
But I'm trynna make it change
& She trynna do the same
Ain't too much we trynna gain
I might let the bitch hang
Let her smoke a lil stank
Fuck it, let her rock a chain
Slide in it, gotta bang
Dive in it, give her pain
Vibe with me can't be tamed
Plus she know a nigga name yea yea
& She know I ain't a lame
Hair extensions grippin', burn her brain
She ain't trippin' still gone do her thang
Keep forgettin' can't remember names
But she know she off the chain
She want me to hit from the front (What?)
I'ma hit just how I want
Naw I can't eat you up like you was lunch (Naw)
But you can gone hit this blunt
Sayin' she gone stretch it out for me
Turn it up, trynna fuck on the balcony
Because I'm Bally, she gone make it bounce for me
Catch the nut when I say I'ma count to 3
We can't go for just one, give her rounds at least
Smokin' dope like I should've brought a pound with me
She like liquor but really she downin' me
I pump weight in that bitch, ain't no drownin' me
Get it gushy, I got the bitch soundin' weak
She get mushy, I knew she was bound to tweak
Good dome, swear I knew that I just found a geek
I just fill that bitch up, I was bound to teach
I don't know her name
But I'm trynna make it change
& She trynna do the same
Ain't too much we trynna gain
I might let the bitch hang
Let her smoke a lil stank
Fuck it, let her rock a chain
Slide in it, gotta bang
Dive in it, give her pain
Vibe with me can't be tamed
Plus she know a nigga name yea yea
& She know I ain't a lame
Hair extensions grippin', burn her brain
She ain't trippin' still gone do her thang
Keep forgettin' can't remember names
But she know she off the chain
Hit it from the back
Hit it from the front
Hit it how I want yea yea
I'ma hit it when I want yea yea
I might hit it then I'm done yea yea
Then I'm rollin' up a blunt yea yea
Then I'm off to get some money yea yea
She know how a nigga comin' yea yea
& I know she really want it yea yea
I don't know her name
But I'm trynna make it change
& She trynna do the same
Ain't too much we trynna gain
I might let the bitch hang
Let her smoke a lil stank
Fuck it, let her rock a chain
Slide in it, gotta bang
Dive in it, give her pain
Vibe with me can't be tamed
Plus she know a nigga name yea yea
& She know I ain't a lame
Hair extensions grippin', burn her brain
She ain't trippin' still gone do her thang
Keep forgettin' can't remember names
But she know she off the chain
But I'm trynna make it change
& She trynna do the same
Ain't too much we trynna gain
I might let the bitch hang
Let her smoke a lil stank
Fuck it, let her rock a chain
Slide in it, gotta bang
Dive in it, give her pain
Vibe with me can't be tamed
Plus she know a nigga name yea yea
& She know I ain't a lame
Hair extensions grippin', burn her brain
She ain't trippin' still gone do her thang
Keep forgettin' can't remember names
But she know she off the chain
She want me to hit from the front (What?)
I'ma hit just how I want
Naw I can't eat you up like you was lunch (Naw)
But you can gone hit this blunt
Sayin' she gone stretch it out for me
Turn it up, trynna fuck on the balcony
Because I'm Bally, she gone make it bounce for me
Catch the nut when I say I'ma count to 3
We can't go for just one, give her rounds at least
Smokin' dope like I should've brought a pound with me
She like liquor but really she downin' me
I pump weight in that bitch, ain't no drownin' me
Get it gushy, I got the bitch soundin' weak
She get mushy, I knew she was bound to tweak
Good dome, swear I knew that I just found a geek
I just fill that bitch up, I was bound to teach
I don't know her name
But I'm trynna make it change
& She trynna do the same
Ain't too much we trynna gain
I might let the bitch hang
Let her smoke a lil stank
Fuck it, let her rock a chain
Slide in it, gotta bang
Dive in it, give her pain
Vibe with me can't be tamed
Plus she know a nigga name yea yea
& She know I ain't a lame
Hair extensions grippin', burn her brain
She ain't trippin' still gone do her thang
Keep forgettin' can't remember names
But she know she off the chain
Hit it from the back
Hit it from the front
Hit it how I want yea yea
I'ma hit it when I want yea yea
I might hit it then I'm done yea yea
Then I'm rollin' up a blunt yea yea
Then I'm off to get some money yea yea
She know how a nigga comin' yea yea
& I know she really want it yea yea
I don't know her name
But I'm trynna make it change
& She trynna do the same
Ain't too much we trynna gain
I might let the bitch hang
Let her smoke a lil stank
Fuck it, let her rock a chain
Slide in it, gotta bang
Dive in it, give her pain
Vibe with me can't be tamed
Plus she know a nigga name yea yea
& She know I ain't a lame
Hair extensions grippin', burn her brain
She ain't trippin' still gone do her thang
Keep forgettin' can't remember names
But she know she off the chain
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Writer(s): Bally Money
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