Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Remember , by - Young Thug. Release date: 25.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Remember |
| My country boy’s on the way, I’m finna serve him |
| I want you to hold this K, and don’t act nervous |
| Them goons around me, and they working |
| We getting them birds in, and that’s for certain |
| He claim that he a boss but he never took a loss |
| Playing both sides, that’s that shit that’ll get your ass offed |
| Got some shooters on a budget, they’ll kill your ass for nothing |
| Run up on you with that carbon, 40 clip into his noggin |
| They vicious |
| Your bitch is naked washing dishes |
| She like my lifestyle, she say we live too religious |
| Two thousand for my gators, them bitches look itchy |
| Bitches got bumps, and I’m rich like Donald Trump |
| Driving around with that pump, pockets look like a lump |
| Weed smelling like skunks, blunts big as a stump |
| Bitches wan' fuck Young Thug and they wanna fuck on Duke, uh |
| Thugger not with the bullshit, baby I just want fun |
| Boolin' out in the baby, I came up off midget |
| Now we not getting pulled over but my whole crew got them tickets |
| Baby I’m YSL, I’d love to come to the funeral |
| No I’m not no physic but I got powers just like Yugi-oh |
| My country boy’s on the way, I’m finna serve him |
| I want you to hold this K, and don’t act nervous |
| Them goons around me, and they working |
| We getting them birds in, and that’s for certain |
| He claim that he a boss but he never took a loss |
| Playing both sides, that’s that shit that’ll get your ass offed |
| Got some shooters on a budget, they’ll kill your ass for nothing |
| Run up on you with that carbon, 40 clip into his noggin |
| They vicious |
| I’m in the front of the line like the motherfuckin' hearse do |
| I know Thugger killed verse one, I’m ‘bout to kill verse two |
| DK in a new Ferrari, damn we runnin' ‘round the lobby |
| We so high off life, and we ain’t got no fucking option |
| Reel them ducks in, we call it going fishing |
| Washing machine all that money, we call it cleaning dishes |
| Making birds take a bath, we call it shaving pigeons |
| And I ain’t PeeWee Longway but your ho know I’m dealing |
| I’m cold hearted, I don’t got no feelings |
| In that new drop top, I don’t got no ceilings |
| The roof is absent, ball like I got cancer |
| I’m the man in Atlanta, ask your favorite dancer |
| My country boy’s on the way, I’m finna serve him |
| I want you to hold this K, and don’t act nervous |
| Them goons around me, and they working |
| We getting them birds in, and that’s for certain |
| He claim that he a boss but he never took a loss |
| Playing both sides, that’s that shit that’ll get your ass offed |
| Got some shooters on a budget, they’ll kill your ass for nothing |
| Run up on you with that carbon, 40 clip into his noggin |
| They vicious |