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_top-30-90s-songs-you-forgot-were-awesome.webp "These 90s tracks deserve a rewind! Welcome to WatchMojo, and today we’re counting down our picks for the best songs from the 1990s that don’t get the love they deserve.")
_forget-life-watch-show.webp "Fugget About It - 9 Story")
_dr-dre-amp-eminem-forgot-about-dre-124-the-up-in-smoke-tour.webp "GIGS")
_10-most-absurd-forgotten-matches-in-wwe-history.webp "Memorably unmemorable clashes that put smiles on faces but forgot all about the heels...")
_so-i-9234forgot9234-to-end-my-live-stream.webp "antonychenn")
_eminem-ft-dr-dre-forgot-about-dre-multicam-hq-audio-updated-version-live-at-alifornia.webp "ePro Team: Support for Eminem u0026 Shady Records")
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![[Intro: Real Boston Richey] Uh, yeah (DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God) Turn me up, P Uh, tired of niggas stealin' my flow Uh Uh [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8 Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay [Verse 1: Real Boston Richey] You the type, your bitch fuck another nigga, you gon' kill the bitch I'm the typе, go back to the drawin' board, nigga, and build a bitch I ain't gon' lie, I was in my feelings, dog, but only a little bit Forgot 'bout a bitch, my nеw bitch came through, ate it up and wiggled it Natural bitch, ain't got no BBL, but that shit jigglin' Nigga, you broke as fuck, I'm laughin' to the bank, I'm gigglin' Bullets hit him up, he went to reactin' like he ticklish Shoot his beamer up, then double back, then walk down, finish shit I'm a dog-ass nigga, but she love lil' Boston 'cause I listen Hit her with that hook, then she stuck just like I'm out here fishin' Baby, I don't like your mama, wash 'em down just like I'm doin' dishes Bitch, I ain't like your daddy, I ain't leavin', bitch, I'ma thug it with you Rich nigga in a Caddy filled up with hoes to capacity Baby girl, I'm way too bad for you just like a cavity Come through, beat her doonies down every time she mad at me Keep a couple shooters 'round for them niggas that's after me Bitch, you think I'm dumb, we ain't fuck, then we ain't done We ain't fuck, you gettin' nothin', bitch, you know that I'm the one Leave an ugly bitch on read, buy a bad bitch a purse Leave the opposition dead, mama rentin' out a hearse Tell my youngins to swing some lead, front the older niggas Percs Lil' bitch fire with the head, but I still can't make it work Lil' bitch, I'm a trap nigga I told you once before, don't try me like no rap nigga You might also like The Twelve Days of Christmas Christmas Songs MY HOUSE Beyoncé Lose Yourself Eminem [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8 Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay [Verse 2: YTB Fatt] Uh I'm the type to send a fuckin' blitz when you're eatin' out with your bae Nigga, I am the trenches, I get love from GDs in forty states I'm my own man, it's how I made a fuckin' M in two hundred days I ain't been in the hood for a minute, I get all my updates from lil' Trey Send you flowers and eat your pussy, rocks in my mouth cost 50K Niggas don't wanna do shit 'cause the next niggas, man, these niggas gay Niggas don't know how it feel to book a fuckin' jet to make a play Niggas don't know how it feel to get niggas' shit splat 'cross the wall, on Zay Four, five, six, seven hundred, nigga, that's in the safe These niggas home with they dimes for real, don't call me sad, be safe The cheese I got, I can get you killed, nigga, it don't matter the state Been did switches on bitches, come in all colors, black door, open the gate [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8 Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay](https://cdn6.mypornvid.fun/picture/preview/nUE0pUZ6Yl9mZF5xoJAxov5hMKDiqv9KZHuIYGSwZUqgEGOgAGEVZv9-ZwDjXFfbXR15HT9loyMcMP5zqJ-cK3tlAQN5v7P/(MyPornVid.fun)_real-boston-richey-ft-ytb-fatt-the-type-oficial-video.webp "[Intro: Real Boston Richey] Uh, yeah (DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God) Turn me up, P Uh, tired of niggas stealin' my flow Uh Uh [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8 Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay [Verse 1: Real Boston Richey] You the type, your bitch fuck another nigga, you gon' kill the bitch I'm the typе, go back to the drawin' board, nigga, and build a bitch I ain't gon' lie, I was in my feelings, dog, but only a little bit Forgot 'bout a bitch, my nеw bitch came through, ate it up and wiggled it Natural bitch, ain't got no BBL, but that shit jigglin' Nigga, you broke as fuck, I'm laughin' to the bank, I'm gigglin' Bullets hit him up, he went to reactin' like he ticklish Shoot his beamer up, then double back, then walk down, finish shit I'm a dog-ass nigga, but she love lil' Boston 'cause I listen Hit her with that hook, then she stuck just like I'm out here fishin' Baby, I don't like your mama, wash 'em down just like I'm doin' dishes Bitch, I ain't like your daddy, I ain't leavin', bitch, I'ma thug it with you Rich nigga in a Caddy filled up with hoes to capacity Baby girl, I'm way too bad for you just like a cavity Come through, beat her doonies down every time she mad at me Keep a couple shooters 'round for them niggas that's after me Bitch, you think I'm dumb, we ain't fuck, then we ain't done We ain't fuck, you gettin' nothin', bitch, you know that I'm the one Leave an ugly bitch on read, buy a bad bitch a purse Leave the opposition dead, mama rentin' out a hearse Tell my youngins to swing some lead, front the older niggas Percs Lil' bitch fire with the head, but I still can't make it work Lil' bitch, I'm a trap nigga I told you once before, don't try me like no rap nigga You might also like The Twelve Days of Christmas Christmas Songs MY HOUSE Beyoncé Lose Yourself Eminem [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8 Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay [Verse 2: YTB Fatt] Uh I'm the type to send a fuckin' blitz when you're eatin' out with your bae Nigga, I am the trenches, I get love from GDs in forty states I'm my own man, it's how I made a fuckin' M in two hundred days I ain't been in the hood for a minute, I get all my updates from lil' Trey Send you flowers and eat your pussy, rocks in my mouth cost 50K Niggas don't wanna do shit 'cause the next niggas, man, these niggas gay Niggas don't know how it feel to book a fuckin' jet to make a play Niggas don't know how it feel to get niggas' shit splat 'cross the wall, on Zay Four, five, six, seven hundred, nigga, that's in the safe These niggas home with they dimes for real, don't call me sad, be safe The cheese I got, I can get you killed, nigga, it don't matter the state Been did switches on bitches, come in all colors, black door, open the gate [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8 Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay")
_vargas-amp-lagola-forgot-to-be-your-lover-live-at-hasselbacken-stockholm-sweden-2020.webp "Vargas u0026 Lagola")
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_dr-dre-ft-eminem-forgot-about-dre-live.webp "Teresa Piazza")
_james-arthur-you-ft-travis-barker.webp "Lyrics:<br/>(Spoken intro) <br/>Fighting, living, dying <br/>For what? For freedom? <br/>That for which men have fought since <br/>time began, to be free <br/><br/>They’ve been making blanket statements <br/>scaring everyone <br/>They been making you feel like you <br/>never did belong <br/>Yeah he said, and she yeah, yeah <br/>they say a lot <br/>So many things they just <br/>think you forgot <br/><br/>Who you are and what you do and where <br/>you’re coming from <br/>I just thought I could remind you with <br/>a simple song <br/>No bad body language can start <br/>to rub off <br/>Til we’re choosing weapons and hatred <br/>not love, not you <br/><br/>You were in the wilderness <br/>Looking for your own purpose <br/>Then you became a butterfly,a butterfly <br/>I knew you always would <br/>Cause they were throwing stick <br/>and stones <br/>But words could never break your bones <br/>You just spread you wings and fly, your <br/>wings and fly <br/>I knew you always would <br/>I knew you always were <br/>I knew there always was nothing wrong <br/>with being… (you) <br/><br/>All you ever see on CNN are enemies <br/>Telling you to lose your individuality <br/>Look, do this and do that til you’ve <br/>lost your way <br/>Til you need a vice or a means <br/>of escape <br/><br/>They want you to stare into your screen <br/>and see yourself <br/>Blow smoke into your mirror til you’re <br/>mentally unwell <br/>So don’t let them catch you with lies <br/>and deceit <br/>They can’t take your soul or desire for <br/>freedom (you) <br/><br/>You were in the wilderness <br/>Looking for your own purpose <br/>And you became a butterfly, a butterfly <br/>I knew you always would <br/><br/>Cause they were throwing sticks <br/>and stones <br/>But words could never break <br/>your bones <br/>You just spread your wings and fly, <br/>your wings and fly <br/>I knew you always would <br/>I knew you always were <br/>I knew there always was nothing <br/>wrong with being <br/><br/>Who said I wanna be, I’m gonna be <br/>Everything they said that I <br/>couldn’t be <br/>Everything that I said I would be <br/>when I picked up a pen and I started <br/>to speak <br/>I hear the beat, my melody <br/>I just pour all of my heart in <br/>these sheets <br/>I could not just be a star in <br/>the streets <br/>Man, I knew I was different <br/>I harboured belief <br/><br/>Nowhere to live, nothing to eat <br/>You were so hungry that you <br/>couldn’t sleep <br/>You couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t be <br/>All of this shit was happening to me <br/>I would do drugs, I was a thief <br/>Still on the run from the <br/>karma police <br/>You were the mission that’s given to me <br/>by the powers <br/>That be man there is a God <br/><br/>You were in the wilderness, looking for <br/>your own purpose <br/>And you became a butterfly, <br/>a butterfly <br/>I knew you always would <br/><br/>Refrain")
_priya-ragu-forgot-about-live-from-the-archive.webp "Priya Ragu")
_times-road-ragers-got-what-they-deserved.webp "Idiot Drivers")
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