Luyện nghe bài hát Remember You (Remix)

She's about to some bragging rights
I'm 'bout to it up like I've been 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 and my cup cold
My slurred 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 hear you're saying to me
I got full of that Rose
Smoke 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, I think 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
me remember 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

Old ass
past the class
Hit it, don't have to
Nigga, we the new
after 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 only papers
That's how you them Taylors
listen
Break it down, weed on the island of my kitchen
And not a thing comes out without
Look, everything I got on I was for
Everything I got I done came for
All the shit you see I done slaved for
All the cars and the crib, that's paid for
Need I say
Spend so much on clothes
fuck 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 making this
out some shots
You're too long
Young and I'm
And all of my friends on that Bombay and lemonade

to you
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 my memory
me remember you like 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 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 1, not old Chevelle
Can't say things like supposed to
Stacking all of this paper,
I like to call shit old news
It means jocking our old moves
Popping champagne we made it
in the Phantom, we faded
All of this shit that I did I probably won't remember