Forever Indebted Lyrics

Ya got with Sahara we did it again I pick up Atarah we looking like twins

The whip is exotic, my next one a Benz sheesh

Got with Sahara we did it again I pick up Atarah we looking like twins

The whip is exotic my next one a benz, if shorty ain't with it I pick up her friends, woah

Kick it with saints like I'm in New Orleans but most of my life is still sinful

Protecting my soul and my mental

Cut off some friends and some kinfolk

You pay witcha life if you play with my ends

I'm him in real life his persona pretend

Coming in second is not in my plans

Ay you could be big as Madonna, I tell her don't sweat it let's fuck in a sauna

I deal it in bulk then go deal with my trauma

Ay, Ay, finesse

I get off a pound and go fuck up some commas

We holding court like I'm sorry your honor

Fah, one to the head

She block me like Shaq is it something I said

I don't wanna hit I just want me some head

She got a man but she want me instead

She give when I ask and I don't gotta beg

She know how I like it I don't gotta say it

That kitty act up n' she know I'ma slay it

They know if I up it a nigga gon spray it

You niggas move fishy I gotta filet it

If they get the drops then I gotta okay it

A hustla fr I don't gotta portray it

Forever indebted I love you forever don't ever forget it

The good with the bad don't you ever regret it

Ain't talked in a while it's been more than a minute

I want you to know if I said I meant it, ay girl you're a star ay

Got with Sahara we did it again I pick up Atarah we looking like twins

The whip is exotic my next one a benz, if shorty ain't with it I pick up her friends, woah

Kick it with saints like I'm in New Orleans but most of my life is still sinful

Protecting my mind and my mental

Rich, I'm on the road to get rich

I pull up I'm popping my shit

No time to be using my fist I'm using my stick

It's out of my hands I give it to God it's all in his plans

I argue with shorty like get it together then get in her pants

He was posting them bands but blew it on clothes now come getcha mans

You lit on the gram a bum in real life and I don't understand ay

They fall off in a major way, I woke up and got paid today

I'm in route to a hundred, I lust for the money cause it take the pain away

Ay, baby come hop in the car and get low witcha guy

In that dress you a devil you look like an angel who fell from the sky ya

I want you next to me, your sex is like ecstasy

I'm feeling like Hov she pretty like Mya she might get the best of me

She might got the recipe, I get lost in her thighs, and then I take five then give her the rest of me

I ain't going for nun'

You wasting your breath when you making them threats cause we pull up with drums

We aim at your chest til you out of breath cause we aiming at lungs

Got with Sahara we did it again I pick up Atarah we looking like twins

The whip is exotic my next one a benz, if shorty ain't with it I pick up her friends, woah

Kick it with saints like I'm in New Orleans but most of my life is still sinful

Protecting my soul and my mental