Remember You (remix) Lyrics - Sensato

She's about to earn some bragging rights 

I'm 'bout to give it up like I've been holding back all night 

Girl, take pride in what you wanna do 

Even if that means a new man every night inside of you 

Baby, I don't mind 

You can tell by how I roll 

Cause my clique hard and my cup cold 

My tongue slurred cause I'm so throwed 

And I'm wiping sweat from my last show 

And he's TG and I'm XO 

I'm only here for one night 

And I'mma be your memory 

Sing it in my ears, so I can hear what you're saying to me 

I got cups full of that Rose 

Smoke anything that's passed to me 

Don't worry 'bout my boys 

I won't need it for what I'm about to do to you 

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you 

I'mma have to take your number when I'm through with you 

All I ask of you is try to earn my memory 

Make me remember you like you remember me 

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you 

I'mma have to take your number when I'm through with you 

All I ask of you is try to earn my memory 

Make me remember you like you remember me 

Old rapping ass 

Lightyears past the class 

Hit it, don't have to pass 

Nigga, we the new Aftermath 

Niggas after fame, I just had to laugh 

Niggas after fame, I'm after cash 

You's a fan of a player 

I'm the man, you's a hater 

And I only smoke papers 

That's how you tell them Taylors 

Nigga listen 

Break it down, rolling weed on the island of my kitchen 

And not a thing comes out without permission 

Look, everything I got on I was made for 

Everything that I got I done came for 

All the shit that you see I done slaved for 

All the cars and the crib, yeah that's paid for 

Need I say more 

Spend so much money on clothes 

Said fuck a store, making my own 

I hope that you're rolling one up while you're singing along 

And know I was rolling one while I was making this song 

Pour out some shots 

You're taking too long 

Young and I'm rich 

And plus all of my friends on that Bombay and lemonade 

Good to you 

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you 

I'mma have to take your number when I'm through with you 

All I ask of you is try to earn my memory 

Make me remember you like you remember me 

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you 

I'mma have to take your number when I'm through with you 

All I ask of you is try to earn my memory 

Make me remember you like you remember me 

I'm on some gin, you on some gin 

I'm moving slow, I'm driving fast 

I hit the weed, you take the wheel 

We lose control 

Drop the top in that 69 

Not Motor 1, not old Chevelle 

Can't say things like supposed to feel 

Stacking all of this paper, dawg 

I like to call this shit old news 

It means haters jocking our old moves 

Popping champagne cause we made it 

Pack in the Phantom, we faded 

All of this shit that I did I probably won't remember tomorrow