$ilkMoney - My Forte lyrics

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$ilkMoney - My Forte lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm in the room with 7 titties, that's 4 b**hes with one missin' With 11 twisted up Sherbinskis, some Bodillaz Her 450, cookin' dope in a gold sk**et Bumpin' old 50, hit my robe with the gold stichin' In my gold kitchen, gold b**hes with painted toes tippin' All these b**hes taste like chicken, can't name a hoe different Prolific, was zip flippin' and kickin' door hinges PO done snitched to the boys, he said we all did it Augmented my lifestyle, so now we all livin' Get my dick s**ed right now, while in the stall pissin' Bald b**hes with car skimmers splittin' cigars with us Couldn't carry us like pallbearers with they paws missin' Targetin' p**y n***as, hit 'em with arsenic Starvin', b**h, hit the kitchen, make something marvellous Partial splits, I can't get with b**h, I need all of it AUG equipped, get to spittin', hit up your cardigan Don't make me pull up and do you like womb raiders Throw your b**h in a cage and line it with newspapers Double up, think I love her, but don't play us like dual Segas 'Fore your people search for your body like f**in' Tomb Raider Uh, I'm Voldemort with the who*e, don't wan' smell her p**y No conversations with shorty, give her emails to book me I break a b**h and make her do 17, like Cookie If I'm sentenced, conjugal visits and dope in her coochie [Chorus] Yeah, uh huh, okay, okay Black negroes, San Pellegrinos, Gabana Dolces Tax 3 Os, beat a n***a like he a court case Feel like Max Keeble, Filipino b**hes my forte Uh, yeah, uh huh, okay, okay Black negroes, San Pellegrinos, Gabana Dolces Tax 3 Os, beat a n***a like he a court case Feel like Max Keeble, Filipino b**hes my forte [Verse 2] Get behind that b**h like an investment The game more hectic 'cause I blessed it When I don't want it no more, I neglect it Can't even neglect, boy, they my possession, number one lesson These n***as soft and sweet as big Texas, so get the message Pillow Pet a** n***as, strap concealed under my shirt So all you see is silhouettes and black figures Shoot him in his back, n***a, so when they turn him over He easy to recognize like tagged pictures, we blacklist him Bag him, toe tag him, and wrap him up like Christmas Pull all his teeth out like the dentist, now he need dentures I'm the boy with the frozen soul, I come alive in the winter Don't eat around me, when I'm hungry, I'll take your dinner Like, bruh, man, I hate to see n***as guts go splat in public When I bust it, but f** it, this snub love it Pissin' out windows when we couldn't afford buckets Now my wrist out the window and it glist' when I buy [?] Play the b**h, you n***as get split like vanilla Dutches He the snitch, throw the chump in the trunk like he the luggage Gave him tits, you should not wear j**ellery, so, n***a, tuck it Fake n***as don't got our blood in they genes, they step cousins [Chorus] Yeah, uh huh, okay, okay Black negroes, San Pellegrinos, Gabana Dolces Tax 3 Os, beat a n***a like he a court case Feel like Max Keeble, Filipino b**hes my forte Uh, yeah, uh huh, okay, okay Black negroes, San Pellegrinos, Gabana Dolces Tax 3 Os, beat a n***a like he a court case Feel like Max Keeble, Filipino b**hes my forte

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