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Forte Have You Ever

in my eyes? You think it's for you? You think you read minds? You better watch where you're putting those hands, You better stop if you're making more

to the river (uh) How you feelin' (how you), how you livin' (how you), how you breathin' (Barron Ricks) Fuck it, whatever's clever, fort and sex and

dates The pork gave chase, we had to walk straight You know the forte, nigga, it's a portrait Or should I say a poor trait? You want to store very short

like this Check it out, people, whoever you are Whoever you with, where ever you at Where ever you from, where ever you goin' I?m gon put you up on this

coincides with my blinker While you wondered what we sayin' on the records real Yeah, you motherfuckin' right kid you know the deal My Mobb is infamous just like the fuckin' title read You

ocean so damn potent player Put you on a throne like a broken chair You know its a move no crack for the gods and goons We back you talk about gats but

, Like killed you in your crib right in front of your infants Right next to the crib, with the blood on the bib. They energize like the generator throw you

power steering But you must realize Both of you can't drive How can he not hear what you say When your nickname is forte You ever been in a checkout

came, you shoulda slid to my crib But fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations, you know you got a son I heard he looks like you