LTV P Savage - Forever Mine

I'm sittin' here reminiscin', chasin' millions, what a feelin
Niggas, bitches, niggas switchin', mama told me I shoulda listened
Wait, switch out the Glock, nigga, you a bitch if you switch on the block
Want me to drop or want me to flop, all that cap I knock off your top

Whippet yourself, then sow up the block, cut it real pretty, get rich off a rock
Love for my nigga, he taught me a lot, sippin' the drink, I'm sippin' it woc
Fuck all these niggas, fuck all these opps, shit can get dead like Biggie and Pop death in ' my cup and it lookin' like snot, finesse me a goofy, he went for the plot

Sellin' that green, sippin' that lean, love for Codeine, tax if he green
What do you mean? Glock in the beam, Glock in the stain, she lovin' the team
Sell her a dream, sell him a perk, then tax for a verse, give him a hearse
Thought I was cursed, it coulda been worse, pussy ass, boy, I done put on a shirt

Pussy ass, boy, you thought it was over? Real trap, nigga, I just spot' in the Dova
Flavors of gas, o , of that oder, run up a ten and stack you a quarter
Glock on my side, just me and my daughter, chili-cheese fried when I eat me a burger
Police ass nigga had spoke on a murder, give him a shell, some like a turtle

Momma, she proud of me, them hoes was doubting me, freaky lil' bitch, talking bout some boundaries
I ain't with the clownery, keep you from round me, about the bread, some like a calorie
Nigga be bitches , they fuck with my allergy, knock out your artery, pain where my heart a be
Hop in the steamer, I got me a starter key

Hop in the whip, we goin' on a trip, she like how I talk, I'm sound like a pimp
Break me a bitch or hit me a lick, murderous intent don't get put on the list
I'm from the M, when we whoop on our hoes, I know some crips and they bangin' them foes
Savage a demon, he standin' ten-toed, Glock gotta 30 it knock off your nose

Baby get freaky, take off your clothes, call J-Runt and get you a bow
Call lil Vic , he havin' them hoes, when Josh went to jail, I know you had told
Went on a lick, he told me you froze, Glock with a flash, make a nigga pose
I don't give a fuck if a nigga was the bros, boy what the fuck, we ain't lovin' these hoes

All of my bullshit, call me D-Rose, back on the block, get sent to the store
Back on the block, I was the hope, forty or better, what, I'm a toast
Slippery lil' bastard, I'm clean like soap, know I'm the shit, so I'ma glot
Freestyle end this shit aint wrote , life a bitch, that's all she wrote

Written by:
Perry Westbrook

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