Luyện nghe bài hát Remember You (Remix)

She's about to earn bragging rights
I'm 'bout to give it up like I've been holding back all
Girl, take pride in you wanna do
Even if that means a new man night inside of you
Baby, I mind
You can tell by how I
Cause my clique and my cup cold
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 be your memory
Sing it in my ears, so I can what you're saying to me
I got cups of that Rose
Smoke anything passed to me
Don't worry my boys
I won't need it for what I'm to do to you
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
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 earn my
Make me remember you you remember me

Old ass
Lightyears 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
a fan of a player
I'm the man, a hater
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, everything I got on I was 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
Need I say
Spend so much money on
Said a store, making my own
I hope that you're rolling one up while you're along
And know I was rolling one I was making this song
Pour out some
You're taking too
and I'm rich
And plus all of my on that Bombay and lemonade

to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I get used to you
I'mma have to take your number when I'm with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my
Make me you like you remember me
Bad bitch, I think 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
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 take the
We lose
the top in that 69
Not Motor 1, not old
Can't say like supposed to feel
all of this paper, dawg
I like to call shit old news
It means haters jocking our old
Popping champagne we made it
in the Phantom, we faded
All of this shit that I did I probably won't tomorrow