"NEVER FORGET" lyrics

"NEVER FORGET"

Walked out the trap feelin' like a ticket (A million)
Paid fifty for this pendant, nigga, come and get it (Ice, ice, ice)
I fucked that lil' bitch so crazy, she'd never forget it (Never)
Anything you ever seen me wearin', you would never get it (Damedot)
I can't fuck her in this hoodie, she gon' try to steal it
Got three hundred worth of ice, listen, I be chillin' (Woo)
Bronem want me to hit society, think I'ma miss it (I ain't gon' make it)
My bitch need some dickey, brodie need a chicky

She smoke weed and do shrooms, man, this bitch a hippie
You ain't havin', nigga, you ain't gotta lie to kick it
I spent too much on this drank, I've been tryna kick it
If it ain't 'bout no pape', I ain't tryna—
Bookin' shows back to back, I've been gettin' busy
You wanna boss up your life, need to get in with me
I just showed Instagram like a hundred-fifty
Anyway, I could fuck a bad bitch like any day
Passin' out stimmies in the club, this a giveaway
Sippin' out this pint, I feel like I ain't even pee today
You would be done had a closed casket, they can't see his face
These lil' niggas'll dick suck they knees away
I don't know if these niggas high or it's these niggas lazy
Damedot dropped out the blue, you should see they face
I know you niggas lookin' at the band, but you should see the face
If you ain't come to spend no money, you should leave the place
Before you fuck around and find out, you be at the gates
My lil' ho want me to buzz her in, say she at the gate
My bitch black X6 got the paper plates
You call these niggas real? We call 'em fake
These niggas tryna troll, we call 'em Drake
I just closed on the house, bitch bring me some cake
You lil' broke niggas ain't got what it take

Walked out the trap feelin' like a ticket (A million)
Paid fifty for this pendant, nigga, come and get it (Ice, ice, ice)
I fucked that lil' bitch so crazy, she'd never forget it (Never)
Anything you ever seen me wearin', you would never get it (Damedot)
I can't fuck her in this hoodie, she gon' try to steal it
Got three hundred worth of ice, listen, I be chillin' (Woo)
Bronem want me to hit society, think I'ma miss it (I ain't gon' make it)
My bitch need some dickey, brodie need a chicky

I'm fuckin' on my bitch while her friend lookin'
These hundreds like a call booklet, it's gon' cost a check to book me
I'm lookin' like a pure brick of coke, thinkin' they could cook me
Niggas think this shit be all rap 'til I'm in they bushes
I be on stage, bitches scream my name when I'm rappin'
Dog said he had the—, should've knew he was cappin'
So many stones on my face, I couldn't even see what happened
I be walkin' out the bank with these racks, I be laughin'
(Hahaha)
Ayy, I pulled up in a Maybach truck, he pulled up in a Magnum
Huh, I told the bitch call me Jack 'cause I fuck like a rabbit
If we on you, it don't matter if your ass cost an atlas
Fuck a bitch from the back with them racks on the mattress
I should go and be a doctor, all this drank in the cabinet
Bitch, it's FG Damedot, a dog, I'm a savage

Walked out the trap feelin' like a ticket
Paid fifty for this pendant, nigga, come and get it (Ice, ice, ice)
I fucked that lil' bitch so crazy, she'd never forget it (Never)
Anything you ever seen me wearin', you would never get it (Damedot)
I can't fuck her in this hoodie, she gon' try to steal it
Got three hundred worth of ice, listen, I be chillin' (Woo)
Bronem want me to hit society, think I'ma miss it (I ain't gon' make it)
My bitch need some dickey, brodie need a chicky


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