Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Reminisce , by - Young Chris. Release date: 27.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Reminisce |
| I know this shit get kinda crazy |
| When you be out in the streets |
| I used to roll strap with the Glock in my lap |
| Homies in the wheel with the seats leaned back |
| I reminisce on the good times |
| I reminisce on the bad |
| I used to roll through like I ran that shit |
| See my name now I home that bitch |
| Talking rubers ducking troopers |
| Run around with shooters |
| Homicide on them shooters |
| Stuff a OG in the hookahs |
| Niggas slanging bitches hanging |
| Trickers banging getting Louis in the ruber |
| Younger niggas with the cougars |
| I let her go to the head like go down but slow down |
| Brand new bust then I send her right back in the Uber |
| Back to party eating fry calamari little reese and bob marley |
| Vroom vroom on the holly, mommy’s a rider |
| She pull up A&G Im in the Aston right beside her |
| You’s a sucker nigga, keep quiet I let em holla |
| My boy ride shotgun with a chopper and revolver |
| Ready rock prada anything to get a dollar |
| Nigga yellow caution tape crime no white collar |
| Fuck em all, standing tall just like towers |
| Got the power nigga long as money hit the block cowards (Motherfuckers) |
| Hennessy, twisting and reminiscing |
| Rock the mic too when C had me on the mission |
| Was a late night run around with Beenie |
| All through the city dark shotties and barcelonie |
| Had my toothpick, young and fly on that cool shit |
| Knew it wouldn’t be long before trip |
| Blakka, blakka nigga wipe that chrome down |
| It’s all good nigga cause my big bro home now |
| In the trenches where they stick syringes |
| Coppers can we hop the fences boy this shit is illest |
| Take a scoobie, smoke a reggie and roll a doobie |
| Now as a silent make a movie with your favorite groupie |
| Tell her pay selling pays, heller haze |
| Step out the cleaners take a chalk its teller may |
| We live it up, champagne we sip it up |
| Hey nigga from we hit em up get your bitches plucked |
| Used to hit the block young then I started slangin in that motherfucker |
| (ooh I got that roll) |
| Shotgun with a drum hanging from that motherfucker |
| (Ooh we all get plugged) |
| Waiting for my big br to max out, smoke till we pass out |
| Drinking till the song go host what they ask out |
| Hit em then we mash out |
| Nigga we don’t love em |
| We just take em to the telie then we fuck em |
| All of em it’s all down |