Lil Durk – They Forgot Lyrics

Lil Durk – They Forgot Lyrics
They Forgot
Lil Durk
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    "They Forgot." - Lil Durk

    Album: They Forgot
    Track No: 02
    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

    Writer(s): Durk Banks.

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