| Hot boy, hot boy
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| If you ain’t want to be a hot boy you a not boy nigga
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| Let’s go
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| I remember as a youngin, hot boy
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| I remember as a youngin, hot boy
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| I remember as a youngin, hot boy
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| I remember as a youngin, hot boy
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| I remember as a youngin, I just wanted to be a hot boy
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| Now I’m fucking with my nigga Turk, thug life, Pac voice
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| I remember as a youngin, I just wanted to be a hot boy
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| Now I’m fucking with my nigga Turk, thug life, Pac voice
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| I remember as a youngin, yeah nigga been a hot boy
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| From the projects young and thugging
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| Wet a pussy nigga block up
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| In a stolen van doing capers, I did it myself with no favors
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| In my city I swear they got haters, swear I never been a hater
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| Nigga killed my brother Ralo, I was fucked up
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| Wanted to ride on that nigga
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| I was locked up, couldn’t do nothing
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| Probably never would forgive him
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| Catch a case to go where he at
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| Get on that list just to visit
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| Look that young nigga in his eyes
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| Ask him why the fuck he did it
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| Nigga I’m the business, yeah I’m the business
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| Give your nigga’s ass the business
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| Getting money, stacking bills every day
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| Nigga I’ma keep getting it
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| Don’t talk on no phone, do no texting, they snitching
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| On IG quoting out prices, don’t let them catch you slipping
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| Foreign whips I’m whipping, flickidy flickidy wrist I’m whipping
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| Not no GD, no vicelord, no blood, I ain’t tripping
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| Just a real nigga fuck with real niggas
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| No joke nigga, no kidding
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| My ghetto past straight every state
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| Nigga we relate, I’m ignant
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| I remember as a youngin, I just wanted to be a hot boy
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| Now I’m fucking with my nigga Turk, thug life, Pac voice
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| I remember as a youngin, I just wanted to be a hot boy
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| Now I’m fucking with my nigga Turk, thug life, Pac voice
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| My block hot as May weather
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| Money team, I am not Floyd
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| 20 bottles in our section
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| Got me looking like Cîroc boys
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| I remember as a youngin, I just wanted to be a hot boy
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| Now I’m fucking with my nigga Turk, thug life, Pac voice
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| RIP, my boys, they knowin' I’m the new captain
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| I’m wildin', Blade got shot, he was up at the hospital laughing
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| My bitch from the islands, I call her tropical passion
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| When you come from where I’m from, you either a cop or you trapping
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| We got whatever for the low, but not if you ratting
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| 2K only, ain’t finna buy the new Madden
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| Dump died cause a ho nigga, think I got to move past it
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| Might cop a new mask, I’m driving too fast, I’m riding through blasting
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| Want it all, I ain’t asking, off the meter like a taxi
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| Niggas tell me I be taxing, and I don’t even pay my taxes
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| (What you say nigga?)
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| Off the meter like a taxi
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| Niggas tell me I be taxing, and I don’t even pay my taxes
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| I remember as a youngin, I just wanted to be a hot boy
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| Now I’m fucking with my nigga Turk, thug life, Pac voice
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| I remember as a youngin, I just wanted to be a hot boy
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| Now I’m fucking with my nigga Turk, thug life, Pac voice
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| Nigga killed my brother Ralo, I was fucked up
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| Wanted to ride on that nigga
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| I was locked up, couldn’t do nothing
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| Probably never would forgive him
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| Nigga killed my brother Ralo, I was fucked up
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| Wanted to ride on that nigga
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| I was locked up, couldn’t do nothing
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| Probably never would forgive him |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Remember, artist - Sy Ari Da Kid. Album song Get Money Stay Real Volume 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп