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letra de can't forget - drego & beno

[intro: beno]
(i got exotic pack)
beep
uh

[verse 1: beno]
heard i’m rich now, can’t forget my mommy
the bag up and runnin’, can’t forget my partners
mexican b-tch, yeah, she call me papi
all this d-mn money, can’t get a dollar out me
mercedes s 560, seats grip your body
all this d-mn money, b-tch, don’t tell n0body
i used to buy some work with my allowance
all i see in you hoes is some profit
all this d-mn lean, that’s my problem
i sent my beans down to houston, let’s ball with the rockets
my fiend like it better when i lock it
she say i hit it better when i lift her body (b-tch)
i thought i told you better, baby, work your body
[verse 2: drego]
man, yeah, i’ma work this b-tch like a nine-to-five, uh
if i up these strips, it’s gon’ hurt your pride
we gon’ hit the road, yeah, from ten to nine
uh, catch a n-gga leavin’ church, send him straight to god
you a hot boy like turk and juvenile
lil’ sis gon’ shoot the bag and she a juvenile
i’m only three away, go ‘head, shoot it now
i skipped the ncaa, i’m before my time
i blew a half a mil’, ain’t even in my prime
you tryna drive around the corner, boy, like autobahn

[verse 3: drixk]
still got my glock, i’ll catch a body
bought the whole pint and took a six up out it
s 550, come get your b-tch up out it
you try to rob beans, i wouldn’t think about it
knew i was the man, i counted fifty thousand
catch me in the zone boolin’ with a couple wild ones
f-ck a cpl, he still got his chopper
f-ck a bpl, he still got his bopper
i was off two percs and f-cked her for an hour

[verse 4: 40 glockboy]
we’ll bome to your city, pull a sixty out it
y’all n-ggas lame, all y’all can’t be around me
got small goals, satisfied with ten thousand
hit his b-tch from the back, got his b-tch houndin’
brodie just dropped a rollie, got his wrist drownin’
n-ggas thought i lost the sauce, but i been found it
we got glocks, aks, and kel-tecs
all that loud mouthin’, lil’ n-gga, k!ll that
‘fore i tell my n-gga rick where you live at
you gon’ f-ck around, yeah, get your kids sn-tched
we need the weed, the money, and the pills, jack

- drego beno

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