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Tytuł: Forget it

  • Wykonawca: Breaking Benjamin
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   [Bubba Sparxxx]
  Yes sirree (uhh uhh uhh) no he didn't (uhh-uhh-uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh)
  Yeah they did (uhh-uhh-uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh)
  (Uhh-uhh-uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh) yeah they did..
  (Uhh-uhh-uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh) ..
  (Uhh-uhh-uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh, freaky freaky)
  
  Who just stepped off in this game and foresizin them WHITE THANGS
  and invited y'all to test me wherever they MIGHT HANG?
  Didn't need no Hannibal to see Betty got NICE BRAIN
  Now they thankin I'm disturbed, believe me I'm QUITE SANE
  See we managed to find them flows somehow it's EASY Y'ALL
  Take the hardest Timmy beat massage it and MAKE IT SOFT
  Go 'head take it off, I won't tell yo' daddy baby
  I always had game but I've been extra savvy lately
  You probably saw me at the corners in that candy Dodge Ram
  Folks who ain't heard the news say, "Look at Andy, God damn"
  That must be renowned fam cause I ain't even got a Dodge
  But still that same raggy, quite import in my garage
  I swear on every ounce of blood in my mama's veins
  that I walk these dogs across this country twice to stop the pain
  So I'm handin Tim the leash and when I do I hope you cry
  Now tell these sons of bitches get this gate, OPEN WIDE
  
  [Chorus 2X: Bubba Sparxxx]
  Here we come so please somebody tell them to get, OPEN WIDE
  Got three Bettys and I might go tell them that they OPEN WIDE
  Got this thang out on the back country rollin is OPEN WIDE
  It's what? OPEN WIDE! It's what? OPEN WIDE, whoa!
  
  [Bubba Sparxxx]
  Now shit's, sorta changed, since I strolled, in this thang
  Cause I froze, on your brain, like a nose, full of 'caine
  Now I, try me a few drugs just to, find me a new buzz
  But that, time gave me too much, thank God, I finally grew up
  How could, I bring this so raw? Pack up, sing your shit on law
  You mad? Well then that's yo' loss; that's why, yo' bitch is on toss
  Drink up, if you really wanna run, y'all wild like Timmy on the drums
  They know, not to get me on the rum
  Four-fifth, that is heavy when I'm done
  Y'all want me to bust? Y'all sure y'all want me to bust?
  I'm in the zone to bust - goin adjust to the home of the fuss
  Am I versatile? Probably the best y'all heard in a while
  Have mercy child - don't just shake it twerk it with style
  Don't y'all love when I talk? How I sell it the way it was bought
  The way I was taught - really I fought this battle for naught
  And in conclusion - let me say that I'm on yo' side
  To hell with Bubba - now show your pride and OPEN WIDE
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Sebastian]
  I was sippin pro, Remi slow, did enough to breakin the law
  Flavors froze, songs I chose 'til I get the crowd involved
  So I do shows and I lift clothes and point the mic to y'all
  Which pistol, could get yo', eyes away from the bar?
  Problem solved, stir and call the food court in the mall
  And any chick, that I saw, I got her number and all
  Help me y'all, if her closet is too small
  for some domino drawers or a piece of her, bra
  I would reckon that one of her damn digits is off
  I legitamately call and end up with a pizza that's large
  So I'm, sick of you broads and you, neighborhood stars
  Don't care about your cars like Bubba get out the yard
  Listen, damnit Bubba pay attention to my hoes with extension
  Got my vogues on suspension, got my pushes in the kitchen
  Got my streets, on a mission; got my corners with they trickin
  There's no fam in this business - came in too fast (sorry)
  
  [Chorus]