Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Remember, artist - Curren$y. Album song The Jetlanta EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Jet Life
Song language: English
I Remember |
| My Cadillac got a chandelier |
| We keep it pumped full of gas in here |
| I just might take over rap this year |
| Kill all them niggas who dressin weird |
| Pack up that mess and get outta here |
| Smokers and focused on switchin' gears |
| Show you how that 911 steer |
| She wanted me to know how it feel |
| She expressin' herself while I grip the wheel |
| Girl, girl wait… Wait, wait you tryna get us killed |
| Get you back to the crib |
| You gon' the one be the main bitch |
| But I don’t wanna do no more main bitches |
| Pull up I still do my thing with' ya |
| Momma hyper like a 'caine sniffer |
| I’m might have a Uber come and get her |
| Bring her back to your house nigga |
| Real G shit, Never play out nigga |
| One of the illest niggas that’s in the South, nigga |
| Turkey bags are the best |
| All grown out west |
| Come around, be my guest |
| We can have a hustle contest |
| 'Cause I remember when I didn’t have this shit |
| I remember when I didn’t have this shit |
| I remember when I didn’t have this shit |
| I wasn’t always livin' like this homie |
| I remember when I didn’t have this shit |
| I remember when I didn’t have this shit |
| We wasn’t always livin' like this' |
| I was sellin' reggie on the street for $ 10 |
| Runnin' from truancy, hop the fence |
| Now I got two Rollies, I’m a ice 'em both |
| Drove her friend and she bad, tryna hit 'em both |
| Them dumb hoes tellin' me I do the most |
| Used to call me dirty, I ain’t had it though |
| Now I got diamonds and designer clothes |
| Trappin' out the back with the screen do' |
| Hoppin' out the jeep with no doors on it |
| Don’t show up to my house with all them clothes on |
| I’m talkin' to the money, nigga, hold on |
| I ain’t know none of that shit you own |
| I can pimp a ho from my cell phone |
| I just roll up bread like a calzone |
| Rifle hit ya ass from a mile long |
| I just gave my last bitch the dial tone |
| 'Cause I remember when I didn’t have this shit |
| I remember when I didn’t have this shit |
| I remember when I didn’t have this shit |
| I wasn’t always livin' like this homie |
| I remember when I didn’t have this shit |
| I remember when I didn’t have this shit |
| We wasn’t always livin' like this' |
| Racin' Chevys on the interstate |
| Motor sound like an earthquake |
| Street money, yeah that’s all I make |
| On that fly shit every day |
| I been waitin' up on my feature |
| Diamonds shinin' of the meter |
| Lil niggas out here tweakin' |
| I ain’t slippin', yeah I keep it |
| Designer gas what I’m breathin' |
| I just left out of the Nolia |
| Shot to the A, me and my K |
| Bitch, I be rollin' with soldiers |
| Heavy metal strapped, top waist |
| A hunnid racks in the sofa |
| The flo', the wall, and in the ceiling |
| Round my neck I got trophies |
| Hunnid rounds if you try to take it |
| 'Cause I remember when I didn’t have this shit |
| I remember when I didn’t have this shit |
| I remember when I didn’t have this shit |
| I wasn’t always livin' like this homie |
| I remember when I didn’t have this shit |
| I remember when I didn’t have this shit |
| We wasn’t always livin' like this' |