Forget – B.o.B – letras

Baby you deserve the best, you deserve the best tonightIt ain’t much time left, so you know the time is rightPay no mind to all the rumors, you get caught inside the hypeWe can both take off, no commercial jetIt’s a private kind of flightWe can both get so lit, like a stick of dynamiteI can tell that our bodies both click, kinda like a pilot lightI’mma fire the pussy up, you can cool it down with iceWhen you talkin’ to your friends, tell ’em he can’t do it like meGirl, ain’t no option, girl he can’t rock it, nawHe can’t rock it like meGirl keep on poppin’, yeah keep on poppin’, yeahKeep on poppin’ on meYou and I both know he basicThat dick got you starin’ at your phone and you debating for realForget aboutcha nigga, you know you all thatI’ll make you forget aboutcha niggaAnd when he hits you, you won’t call backForget aboutcha nigga, forget aboutcha niggaForget aboutcha nigga, forget aboutcha niggaAye, how come you can’t get dick down some?Bumpin’ a [?] albumI’ll give us both ’bout an hour ’til we both figure out the outcomeWhat’s the outcome? Get it?I don’t wanna get too specificBut you know that I know you gon’ miss itWhen I’m holding you close and I hit itThat’s how it’s supposed to be, now she buzzin’ all over meBaby girl I’mma rock the boat, love overboard, love overseasAll night long I’m still strongI don’t know, somethin’ must have came over meLike a pornstar in a foreign carWe damn near broke ’bout both the seatsI shift gears, she roll the weedIn the trunk, that’s where my motor beShe upload me pics, no clothing while she network sociallySee she and I both know he basicThis dick got her staring at her phoneAnd she debating, for realForget aboutcha nigga, you know you all thatI’ll make you forget aboutcha niggaAnd when he hits you, you won’t call backForget aboutcha nigga, forget aboutcha niggaForget aboutcha nigga, forget aboutcha niggaShe’s a socialliteThe social able typeEven her schedule is sexual, oh what a nightI’m sayin’, « Oh, what a night, oh what a night »I step into my Dj booth and say hello to the micForget aboutcha nigga, you know you all thatI’ll make you forget aboutcha niggaAnd when he hits you, you won’t call backForget aboutcha nigga, forget aboutcha niggaForget aboutcha nigga, forget aboutcha niggaI’ll call, you can’t get dick downfallI’ll make you forget about himI’ll call, you can’t get dick downfallI’ll make you forget about him