I Remember (ft. The Game & Future) de Tyga

It’s been a long damn time since a nigga sold dope
But if you put a brick right in front of me
I remember
Baking soda and a triple bean, I remember
Load a fully auto magazine, I remember
I done fucked so many bitches
That I can’t 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 coming down on the pole
I remember

Pop the pussy, don’t play with it
I don’t care if Kanye hit it,
I don’t care if Jay hit it
I’ma eat it up and I’ma lay with it
We shot a chop at the gun range
Got stupid cars, got dumb change
Red bottoms, let the tongue hang
Got a off white Porsche, come stand
I’m whipping work, I remember
Roll up that purp, I remember
Pour up that syrup, I don’t remember
I thought she had that purple slut
She coming out that blender
Got a Kesha, got a Rhonda
Got a Anisha, got a Tanya
Got a Ticia, and a Honda
And I eat her, Anaconda
Got condoms in that condo
Got kush greener than rondo
Still hit you up for that flow
You already know

It’s been a long damn time since a nigga sold dope
But if you put a brick right in front of me
I remember
Baking soda and a triple bean, I remember
Load a fully auto magazine, I remember
I done fucked so many bitches
That I can’t 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 coming down on the pole
I remember

Got a Rolls Royce, got a black Benz
Got a bad bitch with some bad friends
She bring them through and I fuck them
But I don’t fuck with them in public
Got random bitches just walking up
Baby like do you remember us
She show me that tat on her ass
And I be like “I remember”
Chop it up like a blender,
I fuck then I be friend her
Got a red bitch call her Ginger
Ask cash on my agenda
You buy the bitch, you rent her
She took your cash and I sent her
That pussy prolly so tight
Calling that shit a legal tender
Hold up, hold up, hold up
That’s a young nigga dinner
Feast your eyes to a fucking line
That’s vizine nigga, never cry
We were young niggas, wailing out
Talking shit to niggas that’s 35
Your daughter pull in my driveway
I smash that and others ride

It’s been a long damn time since a nigga sold dope
But if you put a brick right in front of me
I remember
Baking soda and a triple bean, I remember
Load a fully auto magazine, I remember
I done fucked so many bitches
That I can’t 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 coming down on the pole
I remember.