I Remember Lyrics

Tee me up Wayv

Turn me up Wayv

Let's go

I Remember

I Remember

I remember they used to talk down on my name Now they thank me for saying my name

Sold the P four I'm not playing the game

If you lost your girl well just look in my Haines

Speaking of Hanes well you better catch up

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You getting shot from the neck up

Been telling my doctor I gotta check up

Girl I can't stay, I gotta get up

Cartier Buff so I don't have to flex

He hit his girl

I respond to the text

Direct deposit I don't

Fuck with the checks

Gotta new stick nd im

Loving the specks

He was a c

He popped jus like pep

I swear I'm too clean

Spray my body wit crep

I'm funny nd got money

Something like Epps

He went the quick route

But I'm quick wit the steps

If I shoot eight

At least four gon connect

Imma aim for the face

Swear that vest won't protect

Meter be trippn

Bullshit I detect

She on all fours

She wan play like a pet

No sergeant but imma

Drill wit respect

She like my chain

She wan be on my neck

I got R&B choppas they

Gotta duet

Wrist don't got tik tok

It dance Ms. Fayette

Don't wait till I'm dead

Jus to pay me respect

Put a beam on the stick

I don't need bayonet

Chop kick like Lee

We high jus like a jet

She wanna make a tape

I'm not taking cassette

I remember they used to talk down on my name Now they thank me for saying my name

Sold the P four I'm not playing the game

If you lost your girl well just look in my Haines

Speaking of Hanes well you better catch up

Portrait

You getting shot from the neck up

Been telling my doctor I gotta check up

Girl I can't stay, I gotta get up

I'll take you out

No I can't be in debt

I've done this for years

Does that make me a vet

Don't double me

You must triple the threat

You shawty I'm passing

I'm feeling like Bret

Feeling let Bret

Yeah we got hits like the Mets

Imma winner on me

Place ya bets

Geek Squad

The way we got the tech

Feeling let Bret

Yeah we got hits like the Mets

Imma winner on me

Place ya bets

I got the racks

Jus like tennis

You know that I'm winning the set

Imma winner

Treat her like door I go in her

I turned a saint

To a sinner

I can jus tell she was not

A beginner

I cannot swim

But she made a swimmer

Her eyes like my wrist

Cuz the twinkle nd shimmer

We doing it raw

And she want me to pin her

Winter my wrist

So my fist made her shiver

Bang her Jordan

Then I'm gonna clip her

I remember they used to talk down on my name Now they thank me for saying my name

Sold the P four I'm not playing the game

If you lost your girl well just look in my Haines

Speaking of Hanes well you better catch up

Portrait

You getting shot from the neck up

Been telling my doctor I gotta check up

Girl I can't stay, I gotta get