Luyện nghe bài hát Remember You (Remix)

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

Old ass
Lightyears past the
Hit it, have to pass
Nigga, we the new
Niggas fame, I just had to laugh
Niggas after fame, I'm cash
You's a fan of a
I'm the man, you's a
And I only smoke
how you tell them Taylors
Nigga
it down, rolling weed on the island of my kitchen
And not a thing comes out permission
Look, everything I got on I was for
Everything that I got I done for
All the shit that you see I done for
All the and the crib, yeah that's paid for
I say more
Spend so much on clothes
fuck a store, making my own
I hope you're rolling one up while you're singing along
And know I was rolling one while I was making song
Pour out some
taking too long
Young and I'm
And plus all of my friends on that and lemonade

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

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