Forgot (Remix)
Slayer season two, man
Not the first one
The second one
Got bigger and better this time, you know what I'm sayin'?
Fuckin' thots, takin' drugs and
Havin' a good time
YDC
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
I forgot about some women that I met throughout my life
They remember me 'cause I'm the only one of my kind
Bitches trippin' 'bout the drugs that they never even tried
When it's time to come and eat with us, some mothafuckas hide
I been locked inside the stu' melodizing all night
Told her ass I'm busy then she called me back and started crying
I got racks in my account building up over time
Can't keep track of who I'm fuckin' so forgive me but I'm like-
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 round, 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
Not the first one
The second one
Got bigger and better this time, you know what I'm sayin'?
Fuckin' thots, takin' drugs and
Havin' a good time
YDC
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
I forgot about some women that I met throughout my life
They remember me 'cause I'm the only one of my kind
Bitches trippin' 'bout the drugs that they never even tried
When it's time to come and eat with us, some mothafuckas hide
I been locked inside the stu' melodizing all night
Told her ass I'm busy then she called me back and started crying
I got racks in my account building up over time
Can't keep track of who I'm fuckin' so forgive me but I'm like-
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 round, 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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