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Versuri smokedope2016 – Forgiato lyrics

[Intro]
I’ll have Forgis on my rims when a youngin’ forty
I been sick for the whole year while a youngin’ tourin’
Blood pact, do or die with all the homies
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I guess I’ll keep on goin’ (Grah)

[Chorus]
I’ll have Forgis on my rims when a youngin’ forty
I been sick for the whole year while a youngin’ tourin’
Blood pact, do or die with all the homies
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I guess I’ll keep on goin’ (Brr-ahh)
I’ll have Forgis on my rims when a youngin’ forty
I been sick for the whole year while a youngin’ tourin’
Blood pact, do or die with all the homies
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I guess I’ll keep on goin’

[Post-Chorus]
Sippin’ Cutwaters at the studio, smokin’ dope is all I know
Bad grades, I ain’t makin’ honor roll
I need thirty for a fuckin’ show
Rock that bitch out on my own
I don’t need a co-sign, hoe (I don’t need a co-sign, hoe)

[Bridge]
I don’t need a co-sign, hoe (No, I don’t)
In the Bimmer 550
My wheels, horsеpower, wheels spinnin’, yeah, ha (Yeah-ah)
I don’t need your brand’s clothеs
Bitch, I got my own that I’m wearin’, yeah, ha
I don’t need a co-sign, hoe (No, I don’t)
In the Bimmer 550
My wheels, horsepower, wheels spinnin’, yeah, ha (Yeah-ah)
I don’t need your brand’s clothes
Bitch, I got my own that I’m wearin’, yeah, ha

[Chorus]
I’ll have Forgis on my rims when a youngin’ forty
I been sick for the whole year while a youngin’ tourin’
Blood pact, do or die with all the homies
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I guess I’ll keep on goin’ (Brr-ahh)
I’ll have Forgis on my rims when a youngin’ forty
I been sick for the whole year while a youngin’ tourin’
Blood pact, do or die with all the homies
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I guess I’ll keep on goin’

[Post-Chorus]
Sippin’ Cutwaters in the studio, smokin’ dope is all I know
Bad grades, I ain’t makin’ honor roll
I need thirty for a fuckin’ show
Rock that bitch out on my own
I don’t need a co-sign, hoe

[Outro]
I’ll have Forgis on my rims when a youngin’ forty
I been sick for the whole year while a youngin’ tourin’
Blood pact, do or die with all the homies
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I guess I’ll keep on goin’