It's gon' be difficult for you to forget me, yeah What up? Ha It's gon' be difficult for you to forget me, yeah I'm him
This just in, I'm Goliath (Ow) Rap game King Leonidas (Ugh) Prayin' for the ones that's indicted Sex tape dropped, unexcited This just in, I'm Goliath Rap game King Leonidas (Ayy) Prayin' for the ones that's indicted Sex tape dropped, unexcited I been a G Throwin' that dick in her kidney, I stand on that business for chief Knowin' they want your position, they'll blemish your image Don't give it no energy, please Knowin' that shit done got critical I got some sinners who willin' to send it for me (Oh, yeah) Knowin' my lil' one is gifted Ain't really 'bout spendin', but he gotta get to the league I got that power like God and them Power to take away oxygen (What else?) Shawty wan' get on her knees I semen her cheeks and regrow her collagen I was on Easy Town, I done been around the world Dreka still with the shit, ain't safe to be around your girl Ass out the window, eatin' llama on the interstate Ho sell crystal meth, Bread Winner dinner plate Order me a Demon, I done pulled up in a Hellcat Long way away when we was sleepin' on the airmat Big body Range same place I went to jail at Carolina street where I was 'posed to catch the sales at Touchdown in the 'jects, still love havin' sex Fl, no includin', this not Vvs Bust down with the set, skrrt 'round, Dbs I done got a Tv show, it need to be on Tbs Thinkin' 'bout shawty, don't call, she gon' see me, yeah I'm retarded, I'm on Cbs Block ready, do a nigga funny with a hairpiece Trap bleed, yes, Lord, workin' like an athlete Solitary diamonds, I forgot what I was wearin' Big booty white bitch lookin' at me, starin' Catch a vibe in Atlanta, run a couple errands Baby girl, stick it out and put it in the air please Now my ship settin' sail, old hoes, wish 'em well I just got a label check, I'ma get a hundred bails South Carolina partner come and get a twenty pack Hit him with a hundred pack, told him, "Nigga, run with that" Thinkin' 'bout runnin' off, family ain't come back Bread Winner grind in the hole where the money at Touchdown in the 'jects, push up, lot of sex Fl, no including, this not Vvs Iced out Cartier, this not new Patek Lifestyle all the yay comin' out Yucatec Big 38, Slim in the dopehole I got this bitch in a chokehold In Michoacán where the dope sold She from Sinaloa, she loco The ups and the down, been a long road The eagle, that Bread Winner logo Said I'm gon' make her, hold on I told her to meet me there solo We go to Tulum, we don't prolong I told her to not have no clothes on She caught her a tan, now she rose gold I hit from the back with the long stroke I'm cookin' that dope with the robe on (Yeah) I stand in the kitchen, the stove on Learn how to fly again, flappin' my wings Sick 'bout a bitch who was barely for me Fuck 'bout the public, I'm back in the streets Give a fuck 'bout a rapper who rappin' like me Quarantine hit, I was wrappin' them keys Cedar Hill mansion, relax in the D Post up and trap out a Airbnb I'm learnin' how to speak Vietnamese 2: 40] mami, now send me them P's I sell a lil' loud 'cause my camels eat weed They know how I'm livin', respectin' my pimpin' They knowin' I'm cut from up under 2: 47] They told me to stay out of trouble I moved to Atlanta to change my ways Now they comparin' me to Big Trouble 'Cause I'll run a train on your ho with Dave It's gon' be difficult for you to forget me, yeah Havin' my own way in a drought, praise be to God, I'm en route It's gon' be difficult for you to forget me, yeah They gossip about me, don't know who they is Speak on the king, not controllin' your lips Secretively wanna choke on the dick Spit in your, and choke it again
Yeah, yeah, choke it again, bitch, haha, choke it again Keep that bitch in your mouth, you heard me? I'm retarded out here, real life But I ain't the same, sit around Havin' my own way and it's makin' 'em mad Big booty bitch, I'ma hit from the back Havin' my own way and it's makin' 'em mad Big booty bitch, I'ma hit from the back Havin' my own way and it's makin' 'em mad Big booty bitch, I'ma hit from the back, yeah Your big booty bitch, I'ma hit from the back
It's gon' be difficult for you to forget me, yeah (Forget me) It's gon' be difficult for you to forget me, yeah (Ayy) I feel amazing, I swear to God now (It's gon' be difficult for you to forget me, yeah) It's gon' be difficult for you to forget me, yeah It's gon' be difficult for you to forget me, yeah
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Compositores: Anthony Jerome Jr Costley (BMI), June James (BMI), Kevin Gilyard (Gates Kevin) (PRS), Randy RazzEditores: Artist Publishing Group West (ASCAP), Hit Cartel Productions (BMI), Kevin Gates Music (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #26702147 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM