| Yup, yup
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| Bitch, I remember that
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| Yup, hear me out
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| Hear me out, hear me out, hear me out
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| Back when I needed my paper up
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| They never gave a fuck
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| Told me my shit was beginner’s luck
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| Shit, I’m still here as fuck
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| I ain’t got time for no new friends
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| I just need new fans
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| Money exposes your true friends
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| And I got me some new bands
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| So I’m tyin' up loose ends
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| And I’m makin' some new plans
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| And I’m settin' some new trends
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| I’m bakin', I’m bakin', I’m cakin'
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| And you bitches too bland, take my two hands
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| Made magic, go get it, said I can’t have it
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| Bitches phoney and I can’t bag it
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| And I don’t need it if I can’t cash it, no
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| I gave a fuck about the law
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| Ain’t no option but to ball
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| Hall of fame, hall of fame
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| I need my jersey on the wall
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| Game time, game time
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| Fuck you I take mine
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| You bitches need some new bundles
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| No hang time, hang time
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| Do you remember that?
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| Rememeber they told me that my shit was average
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| Yo, who could remember that?
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| Now my shit poppin', I’m posin' for camera
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| Yea, I remember though
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| Remember they told me this shit wouldn’t happen
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| I swear I remember, hoe
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| 'Cause now my shit crackin', they hop on the wagon but still
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| I remember though
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| Do you remember, hoe?
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| Shit I remember though
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| But you just a simple hoe
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| I’m glad I ain’t listen though
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| But still I remember, hoe
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| Yea, I remember, hoe
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| Yea, I remember, hoe
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| Yea, I remember, hoe
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| Remember they told me to stop rappin'
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| Silly bitches told me stop trappin'
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| Stand out now we outstandin'
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| Made manoeuvres now we got the action
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| Went from a gram to a zip
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| Zips flipped into a couple Ps
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| Savage bitch, you can’t smoke for free
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| Now a bitch is up from a couple trees
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| Who can fuck with me
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| Elevator, elevator
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| To the top hella paper
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| Skyline my time
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| Bitches dyin' respirator
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| Flatline, flatline
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| Flatline, flatline
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| I ain’t change the game, that’s fine
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| Stat line, stat line
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| Show these bitches how to win it
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| Independent can’t pretend a bitch ain’t did it
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| You can say that I assisted grind precision
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| Shine consistent, bitch, I’m different
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| Funny how these bitches get amnesia
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| Now I’m hot as fever, please, believe it
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| Kill these bitches off like I’m the reaper
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| Blowin' reefer guarantee, I’ll eat ya
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| Do you remember that?
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| Rememeber they told me that my shit was average
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| Yo, who could remember that?
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| Now my shit poppin', I’m posin' for camera
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| Yea, I remember though
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| Remember they told me this shit wouldn’t happen
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| I swear I remember, hoe
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| 'Cause now my shit crackin', they hop on the wagon but still
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| I remember though
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| Do you remember, hoe?
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| Shit I remember though
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| But you just a simple hoe
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| I’m glad I ain’t listen though
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| But still I remember, hoe
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| Yea, I remember, hoe
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| Yea, I remember, hoe
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| Yea, I remember, hoe |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Remember That , by - Lil Debbie. Song from the album In My Own Lane, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп