I Remember (Watermelon) Lyrics

I remember back when I was blue, I'm getting green now

She eat my dick like watermelon, she don't spit the seed out

She just broke up with her ex, I guess I'm a rebound

Shawty gave me so much brain, I don't think she can read now

I remember I was hungry, but I'm on your feed now

I was making money while in class, learning pre-calc

She turn to a slut when she see cash

She gon' freak out

Niggas broke and still ain't on they grind

I don't get y'all

Bitch, I feel like Drake

You gon' have to take a shot for me

Shawty call me daddy, what you getting me for Father's Day

Know she want my wood, I'm not a tree, but make a lot of pape

Thought it was my birthday, shawty walk around with all that cake

Lying to me with your titties out, that's a booby trap

Shawty got big titties and a fatty, don't know what to grab

This bitch looking like a whole fraction, I'm in love with math

She want me to fuck her to R. Kelly

We ain't doing that

Ain't nobody tried me yet, I'm starting to think y'all scared of me

Niggas bums, y'all don't deserve to breathe the same air as me

Acting like they real, but they jokes, that's a parody

Give her a good dick, now she like, "why you being weird to me"

I promise me and you is not the same, it's no comparison

You ain't got 10,000 to your name, that's embarrassing

If you niggas ain't talking about no money, I ain't interested

Hit a crazy bitch without a rubber, I'm an idiot

I been out here carrying my city, got my back hurting

Brody said he smoking on that loud like a black person

Y'all be out here fiending for the cat, I don't act thirsty

He gon' do whatever for the pussy, he a cat person

These hoes really think they all that, I don't want y'all

I can really get your nigga flipped with a phone call

You don't know how to act around the hoes, you a horn dog

Told y'all niggas I was finna blow, shit, I warned y'all

You broke my money way taller, it's a height difference

I don't care if niggas think I'm gay, I don't like bitches

Baby, I'll still get your nails done, if they French tips

You the type to fuck your homie hoe, that ain't friendship

Had to show that bitch that I'm a boss, now she acting better

Bro been sipping too much lean, he need to get his act together

I was making money at 16, but now it's stacking better

They like the way I dress, don't need no stylist, bitch, it's patent leather

Floating like a butterfly, stinging like a bee

I know her nigga envious, I'm who he wanna be

That nigga in the nosebleeds, it's hard for him to see

I don't do relationships, I know that I'm a-

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