Luyện nghe bài hát Remember You (Remix)

She's to earn some bragging rights
I'm 'bout to give it up like been holding back all night
Girl, take pride in 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 slurred cause I'm so
And I'm wiping from my last show
And TG and I'm XO
I'm only here for one
And be your memory
Sing it in my ears, so I can hear you're saying to me
I got cups full of Rose
anything that's passed to me
Don't 'bout my boys
I won't need it for I'm about to do to you
Bad bitch, I think I might get used 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
Bad bitch, girl I I might get used to you
I'mma have to take your number when I'm with you
All I ask of you is try to my memory
Make me remember you like you me

Old ass
past the class
Hit it, don't 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, a hater
And I smoke papers
That's how you tell Taylors
listen
Break it down, rolling weed on the island of my
And not a thing comes out without
Look, everything I got on I was for
Everything I got I done came for
All the that you see I done 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 hope that rolling one up while you're singing along
And know I was rolling one while I was making this
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
I'mma have to take your 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
I'mma have to your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my
Make me remember you you remember me

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