Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Forget, artist - Danny Seth. Album song Perception, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.11.2016
Record label: Danny Seth, The British Are Coming
Song language: English
Never Forget |
| Told you time was of the essence |
| So I made the Rolex presidential |
| Then I hollered at my prime boys |
| Tell 'em man I swear this shit special |
| I ain’t talkin' just the instrumental |
| But the bars I wrote with the pen and pencil |
| Eatin' rappers round the world for breakfast, fuck a full English |
| Man, that’s what I call a continental |
| But my temper gettin temperamental |
| People tellin' me I’m heatin' up like I’m a kettle |
| But these bruddas out here salty like a pretzel |
| Still I hold my city down like we in a wrestle |
| Gold chains like I won a medal |
| Teeth wrapped up in some precious metals |
| When my bitch hold my dick I make her use two hands |
| I guess that makes her ambidextrous |
| I ain’t worried about shit |
| Nah, I’m never that impressed |
| Pull off in this bitch skirt |
| I ain’t talking 'bout a woman’s dress |
| My wife came straight off a runway |
| Not the same one as the fucking private jet |
| And if you ain’t got the message still |
| I’mma let my brudda Jimmy sing the rest, uh |
| All my riders round me they with me |
| Fuck the other side we the only team in my city |
| And we just tryna ball hard, make bands like Diddy |
| That’s why it’s fuck the other side, man, this is our city, ahhhh |
| Man I rep my city till I’m dead and buried |
| I’m about to pop like virgin cherries |
| Call it false start cause muthafucker they ain’t ready |
| They ain’t ready |
| Count my blessings |
| That I made it overseas and I ain’t talking levees |
| Man I smell your fuckin pussy, I should buy you leggings |
| And if you hoping for a feature, you should save your pennies |
| Name another rapper overseas |
| Who repping London city like a G |
| Because I ain’t really hearing them over here |
| All these motherfuckers sounding like me |
| Man I made the formula, you cook it up |
| If you don’t know my name, well then I guess that you should look it up |
| Danny Seth, boy, not Danny Glover |
| This game can be deceiving like a broken rubber |
| I should stop from schooling rappers, become a teacher |
| If you saying you the best then I ain’t gettin' cheaper |
| I’m about to kill the game, boy, grim reaper |
| And I’m with a bad bitch gettin' blown like reefer |
| Mirror mirror, can you tell me who’s the next up? |
| Good, cause it keeps showin' my reflection |
| Prime boys, shout out to the fuckin set |
| My pocket full of queens, boy, place your bets up |
| All my riders round me they with me |
| Fuck the other side we the only team in my city |
| And we just tryna ball hard, make bands like Diddy |
| That’s why it’s fuck the other side, man, this is our city, ahhhh |
| So when they catch feelings |
| I keep going till it hurts |
| I’m getting money in my city |
| So fuck it could be worse |
| Just swiped through a verse |
| And buy my bitch a new purse |
| And if it’s hot, nigga |
| You know I was on that shit first |
| Being me, that’s a gift and a curse |
| I’m gifted at cursing, my pictures are perfect |
| Got bitch that been workin' |
| And she used to be a runner |
| She still hustle to the sun up |
| Came a long long way from the come up |
| So fuck it nigga, run up |
| Yeah, I dare a fuck nigga come run up |