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The Weeknd

Genres: Electronic

Reminder Lyrics - The Weeknd

Record man play my song on the radio 

You too busy trying to find that blue-eyed soul 

I let my black hair grow and my weed smoke 

And I sweat too much on the regular 

We gon' let them hits fly, we gon' let her go 

If it ain't XO then it gotta go 

I just won a new award for a kids show 

Talking 'bout a face numbing off a bag a blow 

I'm like goddamn bitch I am not a Teen Choice 

Goddamn bitch I am not a bleach boy 

Whip game, make a nigga understand though 

Got that Hannibal, Silence of the Lambo 

Hit the gas so hard make it rotate 

All my niggas blew up like a propane 

All these RnB niggas be so lame 

Got a sweet Asian chick she go low mane 

 

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You know me, you know me, you know me 

 

Every time we try to forget who I am 

 

I'll be right there to remind you again 

 

You know me, you know me 

 

Said I'm just tryna swim in something wetter than the ocean 

Faded off a double cup, I'm mixing up the potion 

All I wanna do is make that money and make dope shit 

It just seem like niggas tryna sound like all my old shit 

Everybody knows it, all these niggas know me 

Platinum off a mixtape, sipping on that codeine 

Pour it in my trophies, roll until my nose bleed 

I'mma keep on singing while I'm burning up that OG 

All my niggas get it, they make money all alone 

 

Rock a chain around they neck, making sure I'm getting home 

When I travel 'round the globe, make a couple mil' a show 

 

And I come back to my city, I fuck every girl I know 

Used to walk around with a slouch, had a mattress on the floor 

 

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Now my shit straight, eating all day, tryna lose weight 

That good sex, we'll sweat it out 

 

Hotel bed springs we'll wear it out 

I ain't gotta tell you 

 

'Cause you know me, you know me 

You know me, you know me 

 

Every time we try to forget who I am 

I'll be right there to remind you again 

You know me, you know me 

 

Why don't you shake something, shake something 

For the Don, don't you break nothing, break nothing 

Big girl won't you work something, work something 

For the Don, don't you hurt nothing, hurt nothing 

Big girl won't you shake something, shake something 

For the Don, don't you break nothing, break nothing 

Baby girl won't you work something, work something 

For the Don, don't you hurt nothing, hurt nothing 

 

'Cause you know me, they know me 

You ain't know me, now you know me 

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