Remember Me

Lyrics

Girl you know we got the time
 Got that pussy on my mind
 Later on, what are we doing?
 I know you're ready, show that ass
 Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it
 Girl I wanna kiss it, while you kissin your girlfriends
 I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory
 (Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)
 I be banging all on that beat
 808, she got the bass when her booty shake
 She got her friends with her and they a sight to see
 All that ass, don't let it go to waste
 All this Hennessy, the liquor, 'bout to penetrate
 While I'm pushing Lamborghini's on the interstate
 I long-dick her, I'ma go for hours
 You minute-made like lemonade
 I'm fresh as fuck in these Margielas
 I skate past a nigga better than veterans
 Bipolar cold, give me the medicine
 My chain too bright, no Thomas Edison
 When I pull it out, bitch nervous
 Better ride this wave - bitch, surf it
 Girl, you better keep them legs open
 The only thing you close is these curtains
 And she only got time for a nigga if I take her out to eat
 A nigga really gotta motivate
 Man, that's too much work for the pussy
 I don't work for the pussy, nigga really don't communicate
 I'd rather lick it like a dinner plate
 I'd rather keep my money in a safe
 Bitch, I ain't got time to play
 I need it now, not a minute late
 Girl you know we got the time
 Got that pussy on my mind
 Later on, what are we doing?
 I know you're ready, show that ass
 Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it
 Girl I wanna kiss it, while you kissin your girlfriends
 I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory
 (Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)
 Drive your head to a king, nigga
 Dream house, my dream's bigger
 Got a deck of cards if my heart switch up
 Ace of spades, her eyes lit up
 Diamonds glitter in my car, thriller
 She pray for me, that's god willin
 I'm hard to break my boss prison
 Her new name: Ass-Zilla
 She love a nigga and that pussy tight
 Come thru, fuck you all night
 Some foreplay, that's all right
 But she rather do number 69
 High notes, it's prime time
 On a couch, hit it from behind
 Hit you with that large stroke
 Now she fiendin' for that good dope, yeah
 That's my bae, she cook and clean and I got it made
 Handcuff like she a slave, touch ya, let ya tongue taste
 So high, no ceiling space
 Numb to it, can't feel her face
 Yeah, she numb to it, can't feel her face
 Girl you know we got the time
 Got that pussy on my mind
 Later on, what are we doing?
 I know you're ready, show that ass
 Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it
 Girl I wanna kiss it, while you kissin your girlfriends
 I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory
 (Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)
 Blowing up my line on the cellular
 She wanna lock a nigga down, on the regular
 Talking crazy to me like she own the dick
 But I don't trust her as far as I can throw the bitch
 Momma told me to find a keeper
 But I switch like designer sneakers
 A girl with the finest features
 Every nigga wanna talk to her
 But I got her first, finders keepers
 Violins in the back, is my theme music
 Her ass on my mind, I dream booty
 Any nigga tryna fuck my bitch
 Then its off with his head, how kings do it
 My rings ruby
 Red bandana, I stay woopin'
 Got too many cribs, I stay movin'
 Three Lambos, I stay coupin'
 Yeah, but you don't hear me though
 Virginia to the Westside
 My car foreign, the girl sit on the left side
 Smokin' weed on the plane, that's the best high
 She gotta sign the waiver 'fore I let her fly
 It's helipads on the boat
 Chilling in the South of France, Saint-Tropez, Nice, Monaco
 But nothing compare to what's in my pants
 Girl, stop playing!
 Girl you know we got the time
 Got that pussy on my mind
 Later on, what are we doing?
 I know you're ready, show that ass
 Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it
 Girl I wanna kiss it, while you kissin your girlfriends
 I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory
 (Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)
 
 Girl you know we got the time
 Got that pussy on my mind
 Later on, what are we doing?
 I know you're ready, show that ass
 Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it
 Girl I wanna kiss it, while you kissin your girlfriends
 I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory
 (Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)
 I be banging all on that beat
 808, she got the bass when her booty shake
 She got her friends with her and they a sight to see
 All that ass, don't let it go to waste
 All this Hennessy, the liquor, 'bout to penetrate
 While I'm pushing Lamborghini's on the interstate
 I long-dick her, I'ma go for hours
 You minute-made like lemonade
 I'm fresh as fuck in these Margielas
 I skate past a nigga better than veterans
 Bipolar cold, give me the medicine
 My chain too bright, no Thomas Edison
 When I pull it out, bitch nervous
 Better ride this wave - bitch, surf it
 Girl, you better keep them legs open
 The only thing you close is these curtains
 And she only got time for a nigga if I take her out to eat
 A nigga really gotta motivate
 Man, that's too much work for the pussy
 I don't work for the pussy, nigga really don't communicate
 I'd rather lick it like a dinner plate
 I'd rather keep my money in a safe
 Bitch, I ain't got time to play
 I need it now, not a minute late
 Girl you know we got the time
 Got that pussy on my mind
 Later on, what are we doing?
 I know you're ready, show that ass
 Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it
 Girl I wanna kiss it, while you kissin your girlfriends
 I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory
 (Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)
 Drive your head to a king, nigga
 Dream house, my dream's bigger
 Got a deck of cards if my heart switch up
 Ace of spades, her eyes lit up
 Diamonds glitter in my car, thriller
 She pray for me, that's god willin
 I'm hard to break my boss prison
 Her new name: Ass-Zilla
 She love a nigga and that pussy tight
 Come thru, fuck you all night
 Some foreplay, that's all right
 But she rather do number 69
 High notes, it's prime time
 On a couch, hit it from behind
 Hit you with that large stroke
 Now she fiendin' for that good dope, yeah
 That's my bae, she cook and clean and I got it made
 Handcuff like she a slave, touch ya, let ya tongue taste
 So high, no ceiling space
 Numb to it, can't feel her face
 Yeah, she numb to it, can't feel her face
 Girl you know we got the time
 Got that pussy on my mind
 Later on, what are we doing?
 I know you're ready, show that ass
 Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it
 Girl I wanna kiss it, while you kissin your girlfriends
 I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory
 (Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)
 Blowing up my line on the cellular
 She wanna lock a nigga down, on the regular
 Talking crazy to me like she own the dick
 But I don't trust her as far as I can throw the bitch
 Momma told me to find a keeper
 But I switch like designer sneakers
 A girl with the finest features
 Every nigga wanna talk to her
 But I got her first, finders keepers
 Violins in the back, is my theme music
 Her ass on my mind, I dream booty
 Any nigga tryna fuck my bitch
 Then its off with his head, how kings do it
 My rings ruby
 Red bandana, I stay woopin'
 Got too many cribs, I stay movin'
 Three Lambos, I stay coupin'
 Yeah, but you don't hear me though
 Virginia to the Westside
 My car foreign, the girl sit on the left side
 Smokin' weed on the plane, that's the best high
 She gotta sign the waiver 'fore I let her fly
 It's helipads on the boat
 Chilling in the South of France, Saint-Tropez, Nice, Monaco
 But nothing compare to what's in my pants
 Girl, stop playing!
 Girl you know we got the time
 Got that pussy on my mind
 Later on, what are we doing?
 I know you're ready, show that ass
 Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it
 Girl I wanna kiss it, while you kissin your girlfriends
 I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory
 (Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)
 

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Duration
04:13
Key
9
Tempo
138 BPM

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