I Remember Lyrics - Jesus Piece - Game

Its been a long damn time since a nigga sold dope 

But if you put a brick right in front of me, I remember 

Bakin soda and a triple beam, I remember 

Blow the fully auto magazine, I remember 

I done fucked so many bitches that I cant remember names 

But if you put that pussy right up in my face, I remember 

Drop that pussy down on the floor, I remember 

The way she comin' down on the pole, I remember 

Pop the pussy, dont play with it 

I dont care if Kanye hit it, I dont care if Jay hit it 

Imma eat it up and Imma lay with it 

We shot a chopper at the gun range 

Got stupid cars, got dumb change 

Red bottoms, let the tongue hang 

Got an off-white Porsche, cum stain 

Im whippin work (I remember) 

Roll up that purp (I remember) 

Pour up that syrup 

(I dont remember) 

(How Tunechi had that purple Slushy comin out that blender) 

Got a Keisha, got a Rhonda 

Got a Nisha, got a Tanya 

Met a Tishaun, met a Honda 

And I eat her anaconda 

Got condoms in that condo 

Got kush greener than Rondo 

Still hit me up for that blow 

Drop top Rari shit 

I drove it like I stole it 

The Lambo in the shop, told my bitch to Range Rove 

Microwave broke, so a nigga had to stove it 

Dropped it off to my Auntie, told her hold it 

Im posted right now 

posted in this Gucci link 

7 dead, 30 mill, wonder what Kool G think 

Quotes not hassles (I remember) 

Now its the middle of June, and its snowing like December 

If it get into the sacs in your hood, I could mend ya 

Ya nigga talkin reckless on your song 

Ill revenge ya 

Pull up to the club in a Phantom, I had a vision 

Break em all down on my Hummer, end of vision 

Pop that pussy up in that hydraulics (whats that) 

throw that brick inside a pot and cook it, whip it good though 

Baking soda inside of her bowl, hey yo, watch me blow 

Promethazine mixed with a Sprite, poor it foo 

Been sippin syrup all night, and I get higher than a plane 

Yeah I remember your pussy girl, but I dont know your name 

I got diamonds hanging off, they can talk of the insane 

Ever since I gave her that molly, man that girl aint been the same 

Better pop pussy for a real nigga 

Thats on the way, Imma deal with ya 

Im a real boss, that real sauce 

Dont try me bitch, I will floss 

Thats real talk, my top off, Im throw it off 

Homo that green? plate go (chronic) 

I hustle take no days off 

(FUTURE) 

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