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Fbg Goat - 17 Days 17 Nights Ft Trippie Redd Lyrics

[Intro: FBG Goat]
Cross my heart
Hope I die
[?] (David, wake up)

[Chorus: FBG Goat]
Please pardon me for the prominent scars I left on your heart
Please pardon me for the prominent scars I left on your heart
I jumped off the curb covered in dirt
Sippin' codeine with a couple shooters, that is all
I damn near went insane when I lost my bro'
She tryna hide my pain behind these drugs
Pop me a Adderall, treat 'em like Tylenol
These Xans ain't shit to me
Double my cup, and hop in that Rolls-Royce, you niggas like 0 and 3

[Verse 1: FBG Goat]
[?] pain [?] but it don't break no real nigga
My promoter told me she wanna roll, let's before she leave this earth
I'm havin' conversations with a person that I can't even see no more (Rest in peace)
I'm puttin' these hoes in rotation 'cause I can't find love no more
Comin' up, only had channel three, five, ten, and twenty-four (On God)
Wanted a new floor model TV and eatin' cheese toast
Young nigga tryna maintain focus, I was takin' trips in that Ford Foucs
Most of these hoes gang green and a lot of these bitches, they bogus
Elliante diamonds on my throat, fuck around and hit the blogs with you ho
Feelin' like Jeepers Creepers, I heard it was cheaper to keep her
Coco Chanel bags, she got baby [?] with the diamond ring on
Spent 17 days and 17 nights with the Puerto-Rican
[Chorus: FBG Goat]
Please pardon me for the prominent scars I left on your heart
Please pardon me for the prominent scars I left on your heart
I jumped off the curb covered in dirt
Sippin' codeine with a couple shooters, that is all
I damn near went insane when I lost my bro'
She tryna hide my pain behind these drugs
Pop me a Adderall, treat 'em like Tylenol
These Xans ain't shit to me
Double my cup, and hop in that Rolls-Royce, you niggas like 0 and 3

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
Cut that bitch off, that lil' bitch wasn't shit to me
When you a boss, don't give fuck 'bout victories (Yeah)
Diamonds they cold, got water like Mr. Clean
She wanna bounce on the dick like trampoline (Yeah)
Off this perky, sippin' on Wock', this dirty (Yeah)
Talkin' down, you get .30s
Bitch, I got red beams, yeah
Choppa go dumb-dumb, test me
Bitch, I got sauce like Zesty
Tote Call of Duty guns, might prestige
Got water on my wrist, no chlorine (Bah)
Half 50-ounce full, still pouring'
Make it rain outside, it's pouring
I still feel pain, I'm scarred
[Chorus: FBG Goat]
Please pardon me for the prominent scars I left on your heart
Please pardon me for the prominent scars I left on your heart
I jumped off the curb covered in dirt
Sippin' codeine with a couple shooters, that is all
I damn near went insane when I lost my bro'
She tryna hide my pain behind these drugs
Pop me a Adderall, treat 'em like Tylenol
These Xans ain't shit to me
Double my cup, and hop in that Rolls-Royce, you niggas like 0 and 3