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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 Up tryna fuck the 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 SongtexteForrest 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 do 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) Aus Songtexte Mania