Luyện nghe bài hát Remember You (Remix)

She's to earn some bragging rights
I'm 'bout to it up like I've been holding back all night
Girl, take pride in what you do
Even if that a new man every night inside of you
Baby, I mind
You can by how I roll
Cause my clique hard and my cup
My tongue cause I'm so throwed
And I'm sweat from my last show
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 saying to me
I got cups full of that
anything that's passed to me
Don't worry my boys
I won't need it for I'm about to do to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get 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 remember you like you me
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 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
a fan of a player
I'm the man, you's a
And I only smoke
That's how you them Taylors
Nigga
Break it down, rolling weed on the of my kitchen
And not a comes out without permission
Look, I got on I was made for
Everything that I got I came for
All the shit that you see I slaved for
All the cars and the crib, that's paid for
I say more
Spend so much money on
Said fuck a store, my own
I that you're rolling one up while you're singing along
And know I was rolling one I was making this song
Pour out some
You're taking too
Young and I'm
And plus all of my friends on that Bombay and

to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get 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 remember you you remember me
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 earn my
Make me remember you like you me

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