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lil wam - Forever Lyrics



lil wam - Forever Lyrics
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Yeah mane press play on that
Pass that dope
Aye
One day this shit gone pay off, I stamp that
Aye, This like some alien, like
Out of this world type shit like
I f*ck with this
Aye, aye baby, aye
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
You can't play with mine she ain't on go
I wouldn't even trade one for just two of your hoes
Running through packs getting too many loads
Soccer ball living kicking down doors
Yeah
Ugh
You can't play with mines she ain't on go
I wouldn't even trade one for just two of your hoes
Running through pack getting too many loads
Soccer ball living kicking down doors
Designer living dripping to my toe
But I used to steal out the store
I'm talm bout them days a nigga was hiding in ditches
Trying to get away from them piggy's
Constantly getting hit by switch's
Young nigga bad as hell not to mention
If I see my man I'ma hop out hitting
I get so high to another dimension
I cut the lil' bra off cause he fumbled the mission
I'm peeping myself texting baby I miss you
Hold my hand, run with me on this race
I can give a damn about some kissing
Racing to money, the reason I miss you
When I'm gone for long periods of time
She text like, bae, what's your issue?
I thought it was true when you said you miss me?
Bae, I do, right now I'm stuck on the road
Trying to get up to these riches
Uh, trying to get us to these digits
Trying to feed the fam, and make you my Mrs
Yeah,
Constantly expanding the business
I just forty, next week gone be fifty
I keep adding on like the shots in my glizzy
Be tough on the net, but in person be bitching
Can't handle no wax with lil' bra, he be snitching
It can go down right now many men coming with me
Hit in his back, nine times like he fifty
Remember when Pop had broke out the fifty
Only sixteen, but got niggas that envy
Stuck in my ways, but for you I take visits
Don't know how to feel, but our future hold plenty
Want to spend my life with you, do you feel me?
Baby for real, I ain't playing' forensics
A broken home baby I need you to fix it
Wasn't looking for love, but I got dug in it
Way too tight they can't comprehend it
Uh, eh, uh, eh, uh, eh
You can't play with mines, she ain't on go
I wouldn't even trade one for just two of your hoes
Running through Packs, getting too many loads
Soccer ball living kicking down doors
Designer living dripping to my toe
But I used to steal out the store
And I used to sleep on the motherf*ckin' couch
Remember I ain't have no hope
Going to church, looking up to the Pope
I remember when Granny told me to do the most
Now everywhere I go, I move like a ghost
I'm moving off, Casper and jokes
Hop in my ride finna float like a boat
When you getting in this car, bae you know that I tote
Incase a nigga ever come around with an issue
I'ma send him straight to his folks
About you know I gotta do the most
When it come to your feelings, I stop all the jokes
Come to your feelings know, I got to boast
You make me feel good like a toast
You make me feel good like a toast
I picked you out for a reason like a vote
Picked you out for a reason like a...
Yeah
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Yeah mane press play on that
Pass that dope
Aye
One day this shit gone pay off, I stamp that
Aye, This like some alien, like
Out of this world type shit like
I f*ck with this
Aye, aye baby, aye
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
You can't play with mine she ain't on go
I wouldn't even trade one for just two of your hoes
Running through packs getting too many loads
Soccer ball living kicking down doors
Yeah
Ugh
You can't play with mines she ain't on go
I wouldn't even trade one for just two of your hoes
Running through pack getting too many loads
Soccer ball living kicking down doors
Designer living dripping to my toe
But I used to steal out the store
I'm talm bout them days a nigga was hiding in ditches
Trying to get away from them piggy's
Constantly getting hit by switch's
Young nigga bad as hell not to mention
If I see my man I'ma hop out hitting
I get so high to another dimension
I cut the lil' bra off cause he fumbled the mission
I'm peeping myself texting baby I miss you
Hold my hand, run with me on this race
I can give a damn about some kissing
Racing to money, the reason I miss you
When I'm gone for long periods of time
She text like, bae, what's your issue?
I thought it was true when you said you miss me?
Bae, I do, right now I'm stuck on the road
Trying to get up to these riches
Uh, trying to get us to these digits
Trying to feed the fam, and make you my Mrs
Yeah,
Constantly expanding the business
I just forty, next week gone be fifty
I keep adding on like the shots in my glizzy
Be tough on the net, but in person be bitching
Can't handle no wax with lil' bra, he be snitching
It can go down right now many men coming with me
Hit in his back, nine times like he fifty
Remember when Pop had broke out the fifty
Only sixteen, but got niggas that envy
Stuck in my ways, but for you I take visits
Don't know how to feel, but our future hold plenty
Want to spend my life with you, do you feel me?
Baby for real, I ain't playing' forensics
A broken home baby I need you to fix it
Wasn't looking for love, but I got dug in it
Way too tight they can't comprehend it
Uh, eh, uh, eh, uh, eh
You can't play with mines, she ain't on go
I wouldn't even trade one for just two of your hoes
Running through Packs, getting too many loads
Soccer ball living kicking down doors
Designer living dripping to my toe
But I used to steal out the store
And I used to sleep on the motherf*ckin' couch
Remember I ain't have no hope
Going to church, looking up to the Pope
I remember when Granny told me to do the most
Now everywhere I go, I move like a ghost
I'm moving off, Casper and jokes
Hop in my ride finna float like a boat
When you getting in this car, bae you know that I tote
Incase a nigga ever come around with an issue
I'ma send him straight to his folks
About you know I gotta do the most
When it come to your feelings, I stop all the jokes
Come to your feelings know, I got to boast
You make me feel good like a toast
You make me feel good like a toast
I picked you out for a reason like a vote
Picked you out for a reason like a...
Yeah
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Writer: JOHNNY MAC POWELL, SAMUEL TAI ANDERSON, BRADLEY B. C. AVERY, DAVID CARR, MARK D. LEE
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