Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Forget, artist - Young Jeezy.
Date of issue: 22.08.2019
Song language: English
Don't Forget |
I’ma tell you three bitch-ass hustlers that I don’t like |
One of 'em is a bitch-ass nigga who just got a job and with his first check he |
gon' score some dope and quit |
Then you see his bitch-ass two weeks later, now he dead broke on his ass |
Now you ain’t got no job, bitch-ass nigga |
One, get some paper (Paper), two, ya get some more (Some more) |
Three, it’s time to put them burglar bars on the doors (Fo' sho) |
Five, watch for 12, nigga, they gon' kick it in (In) |
Six is for the 1st, my nigga, what you tryna spend? |
(Tryna spend) |
Seven, don’t ever put that pot down, nigga (Nah) |
Eight, don’t forget 'bout how that Glock sound, nigga (Nah) |
Nine, sucker snitches bring your stock down, nigga (Nigga) |
Ten, don’t forget to let your top down, nigga (Let's go) |
Them ninas is sixty-five, you what that nigga spent? |
(Woo) |
We countin' them blessings, nigga, we know that they heaven sent |
My future I’m manifestin' is all in this vision board |
When you’re willin' to risk it all that’s when you know that your vision bold |
(Ha-haa) |
All this Spam and Ramen noodles, I swear that shit gettin' old (Old) |
All them stamps in the middle, nigga, just like a centerfold (Yeah) |
Stepped on like Sigma Phi, that shit’ll be hard to sell (Yeah) |
Wrapped up like Saint Nick, sometime it be hard to tell (Tell) |
Servin' in front of church so I can pray for my sins (Woo) |
Sorry to bother, Lord, but I want that black Benz (Yeah) |
Pray I can call the pug, cash out a flat ten (Ten) |
Plug get to playin', though, I’ma show 'em that MAC-10 |
Second one is old hustle-to-get-high-ass nigga |
Buy a motherfuckin' ounce of weed and tryna sell half of it and smoke the rest |
Bitch-ass nigga, you gon' get them old skimpy-ass sacks away from me, |
bitch-ass nigga |
One, get some paper (Paper), two, ya get some more (Some more) |
Three, it’s time to put them burglar bars on the doors (Fo' sho) |
Five, watch for 12, nigga, they gon' kick it in (In) |
Six is for the 1st, my nigga, what you tryna spend? |
(Tryna spend) |
Seven, don’t ever put that pot down, nigga (Nah) |
Eight, don’t forget 'bout how that Glock sound, nigga (Nah) |
Nine, sucker snitches bring your stock down, nigga (Nigga) |
Ten, don’t forget to let your top down, nigga (Let's go, yeah) |
Blue when they wrapped right, got smoked like a crack pipe (Damn) |
If I’m playin' with it, they gave 'em that act-right (Woo) |
My cousin was traffickin', he got stopped for a tail light (Damn) |
He went in and came out, never said what that cell like (Nah) |
'Cause when he was in middle school, start hustlin' and dropped out |
Public defender, he caught a case and he copped out |
Little light skin what’s-his-name, he was gettin' his bread right (Yeah) |
Smoked him on Madden Ave, he got killed by the egg fight (Woo) |
What about chitty-chat? |
He be keepin' that bread on him |
I be keepin' my distance, though, 'cause I heard the feds on him |
An apartment with Ceddy-boy, he taught me to stretch that (Stretch that) |
Long live his brother Alph, where the fuck was his vest at? |
The third one is an old dope fiend-ass nigga who be bringin' you a lick |
And every time they bring you somethin' they ask for somethin' |
«Yeah, you know I brought them to you, drop me somethin'» |
Yo, get yo' bitch-ass away from me, ho-ass nigga |
One, get some paper (Paper), two, ya get some more (Some more) |
Three, it’s time to put them burglar bars on the doors (Fo' sho) |
Five, watch for 12, nigga, they gon' kick it in (In) |
Six is for the 1st, my nigga, what you tryna spend? |
(Tryna spend) |
Seven, don’t ever put that pot down, nigga (Nah) |
Eight, don’t forget 'bout how that Glock sound, nigga (Nah) |
Nine, sucker snitches bring your stock down, nigga (Nigga) |
Ten, don’t forget to let your top down, nigga (Let's go, yeah) |