Testo Forget - B.o.B
Testo della canzone Forget (B.o.B), tratta dall'album No Genre 2
Baby, you deserve the best
You deserve the best tonight
It ain't much time left
So you know the time is right
Pay no mind to all the rumors
You'll get caught inside the hype
We can both take off, no commercial jet
It's a private kind of flight, uh
We can both get so lit
Like a stick of dynamite
I can tell that our bodies both click
Kinda like a pot of light
I'ma fire the pussy up
You can cool it down with ice
When you talking to your friends
You tell 'em he can't do it like me
Girl, ain't no option, girl, he can't rock it
Nah, he can't rock it like me
Girl, keep on popping, yeah, keep on popping
Yeah, keep on popping on me, huh
You and I both know he basic
That dick got you staring at your phone
And you debating, for real
Forget about your nigga
You know you all that (You all that)
I'll make you forget about your nigga
And when he hit you, you won't call back
(Forget about your nigga)
Forget about your nigga
(Forget about your nigga)
Forget about your nigga
(How come you can't get dicked down some?)
I'll make your ass forget about your nigga
(Forget about your nigga)
Forget about your nigga
(Forget about your nigga)
Forget about your nigga
Ayy, ayy, how come you can't get dicked down some?
Bumping a Sade album
I'll give us both 'bout an hour
'Til we both figure out the outcome
What's the outcome, get it?
I don't wanna get too specific
But you know that I know you gon' miss it
When I'm holding you close when I hit it
That's how it's supposed to be
Now she buzzing all over me
Baby girl, I'ma rock the boat
Love overboard, love overseas
All night long, I'm still strong
I don't know, something must came over me
Like a pornstar in a porn car
We damn near broke, buy both the seats
I shift gears, she roll the weed
In the trunk, that's where my motor be
She upload me pics, no clothing
While she network socially, huh
See, she and I both know he basic
This dick got her staring at her phone
And she debating, for real
Forget about your nigga
You know you all that (You all that)
I'll make you forget about your nigga
And when he hit you, you won't call back
(Forget about your nigga)
Forget about your nigga
(Forget about your nigga)
Forget about your nigga
(How come you can't get dicked down some?)
I'll make your ass forget about your nigga
(Forget about your nigga)
Forget about your nigga
(Forget about your nigga)
Forget about your nigga
She's a socialite
The sociable type
Even her schedule is sexual
Oh, what a night
I'm saying, "Oh, what a night"
Oh, what a night
Now step into my DJ booth
And say hello to the mic
Forget about your nigga
You know you all that (You all that)
I'll make you forget about your nigga
And when he hit you, you won't call back
(Forget about your nigga)
Forget about your nigga
(Forget about your nigga)
Forget about your nigga
(How come you can't get dicked down some?)
I'll make your ass forget about your nigga
(Forget about your nigga)
Forget about your nigga
(Forget about your nigga)
Forget about your nigga
How come you can't get dicked down some?
I'll make you, I'll make you forget about him
How come you can't get dicked down some?
I'll make you, I'll make you forget about him
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