| I been going thru this bullshit too long
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| My ex don’t know the definition of move on
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| She ran down on me like, «Cam, I heard your new song»
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| You hot now, oh you done forgot, you was luke-warm
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| You done forgot, son, you done forgot, son
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| You from the block, son, I was with you on the ave selling hot ones
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| Trips to Ohio and back, who rolled shotgun?
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| It was me, I-7−6, I-8−0, I-9−5 in a Datsun
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| Where you gonna find another bitch like me, nowhere ‘cause its not one
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| So I asked her, what is this all about?
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| Are we playing the remember game?
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| Are we playing the remember game? |
| (shh)
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| Some things will never change
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| You slept on that mattress, who bought you that better frame?
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| You was made at your gut, right, tummy tuck, who paid for a better frame?
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| Or maybe perhaps when your mother had a relapse
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| Who talked to her all night? |
| All night, walked her right into rehab
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| Like a debt I cleaned her up, when Scotty wanted to beam her up
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| And when I park the Beamer up, who was right behind me? |
| Girl, in a Beamer truck
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| Or when your brother put hands on you, who came thru with the flamer to steam
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| him up?
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| We ran in the house with the guns and the mask, wait
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| Can’t even talk about that, I don’t wanna talk about that
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| But why girl would you flush 5 ki-los right down the toilet like that?
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| Good thing the Mexicans trust me with the work, boy
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| Might of been in Mexico, buried down in the dirt, boy
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| What I do next week (what I do?) even though I almost left earth, boy
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| Bought you every color bag, green, red, turquoise
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| So I ask you, are we playing the remember game, huh?
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| Are we playing the remember game?
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| High top, low top, Gucci, Louis, bracelets rings and some better chains
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| Me you can never game, girl, you need some better aim
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| And there are some things that you know I will never name
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| I don’t give a fuck though
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| Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
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| Who held you down when you did that bid?
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| When you caught that charge, had to raise our kid
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| Five years up in buffalo, never let you go
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| On that bus every weekend
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| I was bagin', it cookin' it, puttin' that work in
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| Holdin' that hammer, do you remember?
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| Remember when they ran up in the crib, tied me up for six hours
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| They had a gun to my head, when I called you I was crying
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| Shot you in front of me, what would I do if I was to lose you?
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| Did you forget that? |
| ‘Cause I will never
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| You remember when I took that loss
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| I used my inheritance, my savings and everything so you could be up again
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| You was down for a minute, played my position, ‘cause I knew you would win
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| You had violated me, more than once
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| Bitches calling, texting my phone
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| (That was my cousin)
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| Nigga that wasn’t your cousin, everybody your fuckin' cousin
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| (Deadass)
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| No, that was some other hoe
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| Thought I was gona, or I’d never know
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| Your lucky I didn’t get ratchet and go get the ratchet
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| She’d be in a casket or wrapped up in plastic
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| And left where the trash is
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| You don’t want the madness
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| ‘Cause shit can get drastic
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| Had me thinkin' it was just us
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| Finding lip gloss, panties in the car
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| Playing the remember game, are we playing the remember game?
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| So why you acting like you don’t remember names
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| When my homegirl saw you leaving a three-hour telly
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| With that bitch you told me not to worry about
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| You was mad when I found out
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| Made her get rid of that baby
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| ‘Cause you know I was crazy
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| 10 years trying to play me
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| Had me fighting your bitches
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| Thought I was the only one you’d miss
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| When you would give me those kisses on my forehead
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| Those back rubs little long strokes from the back
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| Pulling and grabbing my hair
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| Choking me cause I like that
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| Doing it everywhere yeah, I remember that |