Forget About Me

(Ayo, Thomas, why this shit so fye)
Wockhardt sippin', gotta real bad bitch, and she came from Memphis (Yeah)
I be up dog shit, I be movin' different (Yeah)
Like a junkie, got these niggas nervous, they be itching (Ugh)
She wanna do that lovey, dovey, shit but I ain't kissing (Nah)
I been counting up my bread girl, I'm on a mission
Yeah, these niggas talking crazy, Ima make em' listen (Bitch)
I been up then a bitch, I be really shitting
Nigga mad bout a ho, that I wasn't even hittin'
Nigga wanna kill me bout a bitch, I ain't kidding (Fuck nigga)

Fuck nigga get hit, wit a stick, and we lit (Yeah)
I been up then a bitch, and you niggas really is-
Not fucking wit a nigga, cause I don't be in the mix
Ima pass that ho around, Ima pass her like I'm Chris

Ima pass that ho to the gang
Ion' give a fuck bout' this bitch
Ion' even know that ho, lil' name
Put my teeth up in the water, like I be with Johnny Dang (Yeah)
Count up a hunnid, Ion' got no fame
I don't want sex, I want yo' brain
I'm in the clutch, I'm closing the game
I got on Balenci, you still rocking Hanes (Nigga)

I told my brudda, please don't forget about me
You niggas sit on yo' ass, I ain't being lousy (Nah)
Sippin' on this drank, got me feelin' drowsy
Can't fuck with these lil' bitches, please don't come around me

I just wanna thumb through money, I just wanna count it
All these hoes be on my dick, but I don't care about em'
Try to touch Lil' Jonnio, we goin' touch ya' hair about him
I think I found my place, I wish that I could say it louder

Wockhardt sippin', gotta real bad bitch, and she came from Memphis (Yeah)
I be up dog shit, I be movin' different (Yeah)
Like a junkie, got these niggas nervous, they be itching (Ugh)
She wanna do that lovey, dovey, shit but I ain't kissing



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Writer(s): Phillip Ranson
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