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my forte - lou phelps lyrics

[intro: sample]
cry, cry, cry
i started to cry, cry, cry
i started to cry, cry, cry
i started to cry, cry, cry
i started to cry

[verse 1: lou phelps]
yo, how many mics do i rip on the daily
my n-gg-s getting money, you not even getting a penny
how many shows do i rip annually
your boy be getting money, your man stacking a felony
so much it got you looking like a cat
you realize your only exit out the hood is to rap
i been getting n-gg-s salty like a culinary chef
boom bow, i kicked them, the beat is still fresh to death
oh, you see the ‘preme on my back, right?
got your b-tch asking like, “who is that guy?”
bomber jackets ’cause we going to war
do not need a receiver, foot flex on the floor
um, she talking ’bout she only wants to f-ck billionaires
the billionaires want some b-tches with some real hair
money so long, call that sh-t weave
flying overseas, used to call that sh-t weak
for some of y’all, swag jacking is a hobby

- lou phelps lyrics

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