Forgot

Can't trip about these hoes
Put too much in her mind
I'm eating so damn good, I can't forget I'm on my grind
And most these niggas cap, none of these bitches in they lives
And I know for a bitch they want to switch up on the sides
I can't make no mistakes
Gotta watch who I hate
I tell her my life story, she still call me Fiction Fake
But does it really matter?
Got these hoes in a scatter
She trying to call me back but I just know she trying to flatter

Like baby, what's your name?
I'm trippin', I forgot
I can't begin to explain how many hoes I got
She put it on my chest so I put her in a box
I put her on some wok now she trying to take shots

Walk around with a couple bands, I got hundreds
Post right on the 'gram dripped down, boy it's nothing
We coming back again, it's been a long time since December
I know you probably told me but I probably can't remember

Can't trip about these hoes
Put too much in her mind
I'm eating so damn good, I can't forget I'm on my grind
And most these niggas cap, none of these bitches in they lives
And I know for a bitch they want to switch up on the sides
I can't make no mistakes
Gotta watch who I hate
I tell her my life story, she still call me Fiction Fake
But does it really matter?
Got these hoes in a scatter
She trying to call me back but I just know she trying to flatter

Like baby, what's your name?
I'm trippin', I forgot
I can't begin to explain how many hoes I got
She put it on my chest so I put her in a box
I put her on some wok now she trying to take shots

I'm not trying to cuddle, trying to have a close encounter
Put it on her tongue, she always want me to be around her
This shit got her running around, the drugs I take be downers
After I hit you know when I pop, I pop without her
And I can't go to second without protection yet
We gon' make an OnlyFans then put her in a 'Vette
Money so damn long, my bitch can't give it neck
And she want me to call her back, bitch I'm that nigga next



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Writer(s): Timothy Brown
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