Lyrics Forever Indebted - Nique.

Ya got with Sahara we did it again I pick up Atarah we looking like twins
The whip is exotic, my next one a Benz sheesh
Got with Sahara we did it again I pick up Atarah we looking like twins
The whip is exotic my next one a benz, if shorty ain't with it I pick up her friends, woah
Kick it with saints like I'm in New Orleans but most of my life is still sinful
Protecting my soul and my mental

Cut off some friends and some kinfolk
You pay witcha life if you play with my ends
I'm him in real life his persona pretend
Coming in second is not in my plans
Ay you could be big as Madonna, I tell her don't sweat it let's fuck in a sauna
I deal it in bulk then go deal with my trauma
Ay, Ay, finesse
I get off a pound and go fuck up some commas
We holding court like I'm sorry your honor
Fah, one to the head
She block me like Shaq is it something I said
I don't wanna hit I just want me some head
She got a man but she want me instead
She give when I ask and I don't gotta beg
She know how I like it I don't gotta say it
That kitty act up n' she know I'ma slay it
They know if I up it a nigga gon spray it
You niggas move fishy I gotta filet it
If they get the drops then I gotta okay it
A hustla fr I don't gotta portray it
Forever indebted I love you forever don't ever forget it
The good with the bad don't you ever regret it
Ain't talked in a while it's been more than a minute
I want you to know if I said I meant it, ay girl you're a star ay

Got with Sahara we did it again I pick up Atarah we looking like twins
The whip is exotic my next one a benz, if shorty ain't with it I pick up her friends, woah
Kick it with saints like I'm in New Orleans but most of my life is still sinful
Protecting my mind and my mental

Rich, I'm on the road to get rich
I pull up I'm popping my shit
No time to be using my fist I'm using my stick
It's out of my hands I give it to God it's all in his plans
I argue with shorty like get it together then get in her pants
He was posting them bands but blew it on clothes now come getcha mans
You lit on the gram a bum in real life and I don't understand ay
They fall off in a major way, I woke up and got paid today
I'm in route to a hundred, I lust for the money cause it take the pain away
Ay, baby come hop in the car and get low witcha guy
In that dress you a devil you look like an angel who fell from the sky ya
I want you next to me, your sex is like ecstasy
I'm feeling like Hov she pretty like Mya she might get the best of me
She might got the recipe, I get lost in her thighs, and then I take five then give her the rest of me
I ain't going for nun'
You wasting your breath when you making them threats cause we pull up with drums
We aim at your chest til you out of breath cause we aiming at lungs

Got with Sahara we did it again I pick up Atarah we looking like twins
The whip is exotic my next one a benz, if shorty ain't with it I pick up her friends, woah
Kick it with saints like I'm in New Orleans but most of my life is still sinful
Protecting my soul and my mental