| She’s about to earn some bragging rights
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| I’m 'bout to give it up like I’ve been holding back all night
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| Girl, take pride in what you want to do
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| Even if that means a new man every night inside of you
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| Baby, I don’t mind
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| You can tell by how I roll
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| Cause my clique hot and my cup cold
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| My talk slurred cause I’m so throwed
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| And I’m wiping sweat from my last show
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| And he’s TG and I’m XO
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| I’m only here for one night
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| Then I’ma be a memory
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| Say it in my ear, so I can hear what you say to me
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| I got cups full of that Rosé
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| Smoke anything that’s passed to me
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| Don’t worry 'bout my voice
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| I won’t need it for what I’m about to do to you
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| Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
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| I might have to take your number when I’m through with you
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| All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
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| Make me remember you like you remember me
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| Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
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| I might have to take your number when I’m through with you
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| All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
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| Make me remember you like you remember me
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| Old rapping ass
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| Light years past the class
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| Hit it, don’t have to pass
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| Nigga, we the new Aftermath
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| Niggas after fame, I just had to laugh
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| Niggas after fame, I’m after cash
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| You’s a fan, I’m a player
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| I’m the man, you’s a hater
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| And I only smoke papers
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| That’s how you tell I’m Taylor’d
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| Nigga listen
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| Break it down, rolling weed on the island of my kitchen
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| And not a thing goes down without permission
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| Look, everything I got on I was made for
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| Everything that I got I done came for
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| All the shit that you see I done slaved for
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| All the cars and the crib, yeah that’s paid for
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| Need I say more
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| Spend so much money on clothes
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| Said fuck a store, making my own
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| I hope that you’re rolling one up while you’re singing along
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| And know I was rolling one while I was making this song
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| Pour out some shots
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| You’re taking too long
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| Young and I’m rich
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| And plus all of my friends on that Bombay and lemonade
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| Do to you
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| Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
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| I might have to take your number when I’m through with you
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| All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
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| Make me remember you like you remember me
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| Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
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| I might have to take your number when I’m through with you
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| All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
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| Make me remember you like you remember me
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| I’m on some gin, you on some gin
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| I’m moving slow, I’m driving fast
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| I hit the weed, you take the wheel
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| We lose control
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| Drop the top in that 69
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| And that motor roar in that old Chevelle
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| Can’t say a thing, how you supposed to feel
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| Stacking all of this paper, dawg
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| I like to call this shit old news
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| And these haters jocking our old moves
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| Popping champagne cause we made it
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| Back of the Phantom, we faded
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| All of this shit that I did I probably won’t remember tomorrow
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| Do to you
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| Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
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| I might have to take your number when I’m through with you
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| All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
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| Make me remember you like you remember me
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| Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
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| I might have to take your number when I’m through with you
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| All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
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| Make me remember you like you remember me
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| Oh, oh
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| Used to you
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| Through with you
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| All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
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| Make me remember you like you remember me
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| Used to you
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| Through with you
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| Memory, remember you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Remember You , by - Wiz Khalifa. Song from the album O.N.I.F.C., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп