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Percs Video (MV)




Performed By: Forrest Blvck
Language: English
Length: 1:48
Written by: Tre Holley




Forrest Blvck - Percs Lyrics
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Don't give a f*ck about anything else
Yeah
I'm just trynna earn a stripe on my belt yeah
F*ck the sentiment
I'm out of my element
Sentimental shit
Ima hit you with my testament
Petal to the metal
I ain't taking f*cken settlements
I just wanna work for my shit
Instead of gettin it
Handed to me by some Richie
Rich lil shit
I don't let em in
Gotta a letterman
Like a veteran
Orders from a bitch
Ain't exactly what I'm down for
You call me simp want the pick
In the ground 4-0-1-k
Gotta plan for my downfall
Back up shit you could meet me by the southwall
Oddball shit
Ion care
It's hit or a miss
And if you disagree
You can suck my dick
Can't stay cool
Gotta fever
Bitch I'm sick
And I don't fall off
I just jump off quick
Like whoa
And I come back in
This a freestyle can't find my pen
Gotta keep it chill
Gor you dumb lil kids
Cuz you can't understand
When I scream my shit
That's hardcore
Back and forth like it's parkour
Build me up
Till I Jump from the top floor
Heart torn
Head sore
Hit it till it bled more
I just need some meds
Or I'm gonna be a dead lord
I'm a lord bitch
Feel the bass chord
Like a sword hit
I want all this shit
But I can't afford it
Wanna put my self in
The city morgue pit
I ain't gonna put up
With your f*cking bullshit
No more
I'm a f*cken soldier
From Mars got bars
I'm a f*cken rover
Won't stay sober
Cuz I can't hold her
Just gotta face facts
My life's over
Yeah
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Don't give a f*ck about anything else
Yeah
I'm just trynna earn a stripe on my belt yeah
F*ck the sentiment
I'm out of my element
Sentimental shit
Ima hit you with my testament
Petal to the metal
I ain't taking f*cken settlements
I just wanna work for my shit
Instead of gettin it
Handed to me by some Richie
Rich lil shit
I don't let em in
Gotta a letterman
Like a veteran
Orders from a bitch
Ain't exactly what I'm down for
You call me simp want the pick
In the ground 4-0-1-k
Gotta plan for my downfall
Back up shit you could meet me by the southwall
Oddball shit
Ion care
It's hit or a miss
And if you disagree
You can suck my dick
Can't stay cool
Gotta fever
Bitch I'm sick
And I don't fall off
I just jump off quick
Like whoa
And I come back in
This a freestyle can't find my pen
Gotta keep it chill
Gor you dumb lil kids
Cuz you can't understand
When I scream my shit
That's hardcore
Back and forth like it's parkour
Build me up
Till I Jump from the top floor
Heart torn
Head sore
Hit it till it bled more
I just need some meds
Or I'm gonna be a dead lord
I'm a lord bitch
Feel the bass chord
Like a sword hit
I want all this shit
But I can't afford it
Wanna put my self in
The city morgue pit
I ain't gonna put up
With your f*cking bullshit
No more
I'm a f*cken soldier
From Mars got bars
I'm a f*cken rover
Won't stay sober
Cuz I can't hold her
Just gotta face facts
My life's over
Yeah
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Writer: Tre Holley
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