Corrección Letra Forget That (Demo) par Murda Beatz

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This beat from Murda (Murda)

My diamonds hit harder when the light off
I ride private to my shows, just a write-off
I just told you hoes to take the night-off
Sent the Cullinan back and got the new vert
Every time she let me hit, feel like a new verse
Why you never told me you be squirting?
All these b*t*hes they gone lie to get a couple minutes of fame
It's a difference of how I came, I don't play games it ain't the same

Smart car ain't got no brain, it's a Tesla Roadster
Double cup endorsement, know I keep it sorted
How you from mansion hopping, used to sleep on sofas
When I walk in, smell exotic, know I keep a odor
How you riding around with that glizzy like a license holder
When I was trapping out apartments went and put cameras on the poles
Keep my business on the low, I don't put cameras on my hoes
Every time I drop it's ra-ra, album coming back for me
I get six figures a show, got 'em calling the goat
You can't blame me cause you hung yourself, I just gave 'em the rope
I told bae we can't get married, still put diamonds in her robe
Every time I see a comment it say, "Your foot all on they throat, don't let it go"
I got options
Twelve hit the spot, I had to flush it in a heartbeat
Damn near had a heart attack, I know I skipped a heartbeat
Bro hid in the attic, it was cool, it went smooth, now we back working
Had a lil' ten bands, I spent that sh*t on denim
I pull up Usain Bolt Trackhawk, this is not no rental, yeah
Project runner, I came up playin' cops and robbers
You the guy with the badge, and I'm the n***a with the chopper
My n***as catch bodies in the daytime (Yeah, yeah)
VLONE Runtz, this sh*t won't make it past a canine
I know real trappers that stay on the block, but they don't play lines
But if they see 12, they know to run, though, like they Rajon
I stack that sh*t up to the ceiling, no more sharin' clothes
I bought a pendant, came from Wafi, but I ain't proposed
Ridin' with an AR, but he got murked with a revolver
I sent the crackhead in the pharmacy for cough syrup
No, she can't play me, but if she try, I'ma dog her
They been askin' questions crazy, "Is you 'bout to drop a tape yet?"
"Is you tryna go independent? Rylo did you sign with Baby?"
Rolex like G-Shock to us, that's 'cause we finally made it

My diamonds hit harder when the light off
I ride private to my shows, just a write-off
I just told you hoes to take the night-off
Sent the Cullinan back and got a new vert
Every time she let me hit, feel like a new verse
Why you never told me you be squirting?
All these b*t*hes they gone lie to get a couple minutes of fame
It's a difference of how I came, I don't play games it ain't the same

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