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I Remember

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)
6 4
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
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