Lil Durk – They Forgot Lyrics

They Forgot Lyrics By Lil Durk

They Forgot Lyrics
They Forgot Lyrics
  • Artist Lil Durk
  • Title They Forgot
  • Album They Forgot

I just bought some MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city all on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut a couple **** off, and now they mad at me
Had to blow a bag on designer, I'm in the fashion scene
Mini chopper, that Draco catchin' me, lackin' me
Randy get him two shots to his face because he lied to me
Rest in peace, my homie, I feel like them **** died for me
You ain't no street ****, you ain't no street ****
Bitch ****
And I gave 'em cash, I'm a rich ****
Before I got this fame, I kept a stick, ****
And I fuck his bitch, I gave her dick, ****
Now tell on every reason why you sick, ****
And I'm the reason why you got them bricks, ****
Sneak dissin', catch him by his self, ain't got a stick with him
Hunnid thousand jewels, I cop my lil' bitch a mink, ****
Would say I hope you OD, but I don't jinx, ****
Pussy boy tellin' everything to the pigs, ****
Talkin' 'bout I don't do shit for the fam, bitch, I'm from the Lam
Hunnid here, hunnid thou', free my **** out the jail
I'll never rat, fifty K, I drop it out the sack
Bike life, slide on that Banshee, on lil' Meek's ass
Nightlife, slide to his crib, I'ma creep his ass
Left, right, three, four times I'll beat his ass
If he came with us, I swear to God we'll leave his ass
I just bought some MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city all on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut a couple **** off, and now they mad at me
Had to blow a bag on designer, I'm in the fashion scene
Mini chopper, that Draco catchin' me, lackin' me
Randy get him two shots to his face because he lied to me
Rest in peace, my homie, I feel like them **** died for me
You ain't no street ****, you ain't no street ****
**** say Chicago ain't mine, them **** lyin'
Think about fuckin' with mine, whoo, them **** dyin'
Future got me poppin' a Perc, I took a few of slime
Free the guy, doin' real time, twenty-two and nine
Even though they want thousand pennies, **** won't drop a dime
They know we fuckin' hoes in the city
Fuck 'em once and never call a bitch back
I'm that ****, follow who?
Only time I follow **** are for Twitter
Watch the shit, go and get my own with no askin' shit
Pass this shit, classic shit, I might fuck a ratchet bitch
Bitch, I'm me, I can't fuck for free, thirty K to see
Bitch, you asleep, got 'em mad at me, people hated me
Super sauce, I'm a super boss, killas super off
**** hoes, **** super salty
And I got designer, Loubs and all
**** straight snitches, system lose 'em all
****, what? ****, who is y'all?
Bernie, take 'em off, gang gang
I just bought some MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city all on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut a couple **** off, and now they mad at me
Had to blow a bag on designer, I'm in the fashion scene
Mini chopper, that Draco catchin' me, lackin' me
Randy get him two shots to his face because he lied to me
Rest in peace, my homie, I feel like them **** died for me
You ain't no street ****, you ain't no street ****
Bitch

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