Forrest Gump

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Forrest Gump (ayy)
 I see everyone run off
 That field get lock off when I'm up front (ayy)
 Don't try approach me
 Hazard and smokey, don't be dumb (ayy)
 I still send emoji
 More time trophy to gorgeous ones
 Spartan baby, we're the realist ones (ayy)
 Trackie and Italian shoes
 Or I'm stepping in some retro J's
 Pretty one come my way
 Harlem paid, we all misch mash all day
 Uck try buck whole squad
 Mm-mm she ain't got no shame (ayy)
 Still putting skengs on peds
 What a violent trend don't talk on my name (ayy)
 You know, I know, I was looking for you baby
 Spartan boy, not your average type
 Cah I splash up the ops and they hate me
 I love bruck-back, spinners and baby 9's
 More champagne I'm feeling way too fly
 Smoking on flavours, I'm way too high
 And bro traps with me daily
 Big man is your trap really online
 Forrest Gump (ayy)
 I see everyone run off
 That field get lock off when I'm up front (ayy)
 Don't try approach me
 Hazard and smokey, don't be dumb (ayy)
 I still send emoji
 More time trophy to gorgeous ones
 Spartan baby, we're the realist ones (ayy)
 We love splash, mash and cash
 But you know that's so old news
 Baby throw it back like I taught you
 Don't give it to nobody else is what I told you
 Spartan fashion (ayy)
 Splash with a passion, my side don't lose
 Back your friend and get bored too
 Tried do six but four got through (ayy)
 Hit it from the back, with my hands on her hip
 That view look stunning, stunning
 See opps in the field and they're running, running
 Ayy Mad Max dun him, dun him
 Italian kicks had them looking at the kid like mm-mm
 He must make money, money
 Young fly boy, gyaldem love me, love me
 Big man come get your honey, honey (ayy)
 Forrest Gump (ayy)
 I see everyone run off
 That field get lock off when I'm up front (ayy)
 Don't try approach me
 Hazard and smokey, don't be dumb (ayy)
 I still send emoji
 More time trophy to gorgeous ones
 Spartan baby, we're the realist ones (ayy)
 And I see her ex-nigga in Giuseppe shoes (ayy)
 But baby they're old season
 He ain't got nothing on me and you know that (ayy)
 So tell me who is he pleasing
 Spartan dem ah Spartan, dem bad we don't reason
 Mad Max, splash him nuh easy
 We mash bread, get mashes and get beef in
 You say that you hate but it's OK
 You know you're fly
 Been conversating on facetime right after midnight
 And you tell your friends that you're mine
 And I won't deny, kiss on your neck make you shy
 You say that you hate my life
 I tell you don't worry, I'm beefing with cowards they hide
 Misch and I mash all the time
 Paigon dem see me, they see me but they acting blind
 Forrest Gump (ayy)
 I see everyone run off
 That field get lock off when I'm up front (ayy)
 Don't try approach me
 Hazard and smokey, don't be dumb (ayy)
 I still send emoji
 More time trophy to gorgeous ones
 Spartan baby, we're the realist ones (ayy)
 

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Duration
03:42
Key
5
Tempo
109 BPM

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