Luyện nghe bài hát Remember You (Remix)

She's about to earn some bragging
I'm 'bout to give it up like been holding back all night
Girl, take pride in you wanna do
Even if means a new man every night inside of you
Baby, I mind
You can tell by how I
Cause my hard and my cup cold
My tongue slurred cause I'm so
And I'm wiping sweat from my last
And TG and I'm XO
I'm only for one night
And I'mma be memory
Sing it in my ears, so I can hear what you're to me
I got cups full of that
Smoke anything that's to me
Don't 'bout my boys
I need it for what I'm about to do to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get to you
I'mma have to take number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to my memory
Make me remember you you remember me
Bad bitch, girl I I might get used to you
I'mma have to take number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to my memory
Make me remember you like you me

Old ass
Lightyears past the
Hit it, have to pass
Nigga, we the new
Niggas after fame, I just had to
Niggas after fame, I'm after
You's a fan of a
I'm the man, you's a
And I only papers
how you tell them Taylors
Nigga
Break it down, rolling on the island of my kitchen
And not a thing out without permission
Look, everything I got on I was for
Everything that I got I done for
All the that you see I done slaved for
All the cars and the crib, yeah paid for
I say more
Spend so much money on
Said a store, making my own
I hope that you're rolling one up while singing along
And know I was rolling one while I was this song
Pour out shots
taking too long
Young and I'm
And plus all of my friends on that Bombay and

to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I get used to you
I'mma have to take number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to my memory
Make me remember you like you me
Bad bitch, girl I I might get used to you
I'mma to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to my memory
me remember you like you remember me

I'm on gin, you on some gin
I'm moving slow, I'm driving
I hit the weed, you take the
We lose
the top in that 69
Not 1, not old Chevelle
Can't say like supposed to feel
Stacking all of paper, dawg
I like to call this shit old
It means haters our old moves
champagne cause we made it
Pack in the Phantom, we
All of this shit I did I probably won't remember tomorrow