| Told you time was of the essence
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| So I made the Rolex presidential
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| Then I hollered at my prime boys
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| Tell 'em man I swear this shit special
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| I ain’t talkin' just the instrumental
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| But the bars I wrote with the pen and pencil
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| Eatin' rappers round the world for breakfast, fuck a full English
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| Man, that’s what I call a continental
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| But my temper gettin temperamental
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| People tellin' me I’m heatin' up like I’m a kettle
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| But these bruddas out here salty like a pretzel
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| Still I hold my city down like we in a wrestle
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| Gold chains like I won a medal
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| Teeth wrapped up in some precious metals
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| When my bitch hold my dick I make her use two hands
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| I guess that makes her ambidextrous
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| I ain’t worried about shit
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| Nah, I’m never that impressed
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| Pull off in this bitch skirt
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| I ain’t talking 'bout a woman’s dress
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| My wife came straight off a runway
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| Not the same one as the fucking private jet
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| And if you ain’t got the message still
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| I’mma let my brudda Jimmy sing the rest, uh
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| All my riders round me they with me
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| Fuck the other side we the only team in my city
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| And we just tryna ball hard, make bands like Diddy
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| That’s why it’s fuck the other side, man, this is our city, ahhhh
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| Man I rep my city till I’m dead and buried
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| I’m about to pop like virgin cherries
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| Call it false start cause muthafucker they ain’t ready
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| They ain’t ready
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| Count my blessings
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| That I made it overseas and I ain’t talking levees
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| Man I smell your fuckin pussy, I should buy you leggings
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| And if you hoping for a feature, you should save your pennies
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| Name another rapper overseas
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| Who repping London city like a G
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| Because I ain’t really hearing them over here
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| All these motherfuckers sounding like me
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| Man I made the formula, you cook it up
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| If you don’t know my name, well then I guess that you should look it up
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| Danny Seth, boy, not Danny Glover
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| This game can be deceiving like a broken rubber
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| I should stop from schooling rappers, become a teacher
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| If you saying you the best then I ain’t gettin' cheaper
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| I’m about to kill the game, boy, grim reaper
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| And I’m with a bad bitch gettin' blown like reefer
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| Mirror mirror, can you tell me who’s the next up?
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| Good, cause it keeps showin' my reflection
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| Prime boys, shout out to the fuckin set
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| My pocket full of queens, boy, place your bets up
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| All my riders round me they with me
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| Fuck the other side we the only team in my city
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| And we just tryna ball hard, make bands like Diddy
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| That’s why it’s fuck the other side, man, this is our city, ahhhh
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| So when they catch feelings
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| I keep going till it hurts
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| I’m getting money in my city
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| So fuck it could be worse
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| Just swiped through a verse
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| And buy my bitch a new purse
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| And if it’s hot, nigga
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| You know I was on that shit first
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| Being me, that’s a gift and a curse
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| I’m gifted at cursing, my pictures are perfect
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| Got bitch that been workin'
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| And she used to be a runner
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| She still hustle to the sun up
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| Came a long long way from the come up
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| So fuck it nigga, run up
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| Yeah, I dare a fuck nigga come run up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Never Forget , by - Danny Seth. Song from the album Perception, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп