I Remember - Lyrics - Game
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[Hook: Game (Future)]
It's been a long damn time since a *** sold dope
But if you put a brick right in front of me, I remember
Makin' sure they in the triple beam, I remember
Blow the fully auto magazine, I remember
(I done *** so many *** that I can't remember names
But if you put that *** right up in my face, I remember
Drop that *** down on the floor, I remember
The way she coppin' down on the floor, I remember)
[Verse 1: Game]
Pop the ***, don't play with it
I don't care if Kanye hit it, I don't care if Jay hit it
I'm a eat it up and I'm a 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, *** stain
I'm whippin' work (I remember)
Roll up that purp (I remember)
Pour up that syrup (I don't 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 breeded in Rondo
Still hit me up for that blow
You already know
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Drop top 'Rari ***, I drove it like I stole it
The Lambo in the shop, told my *** to Range Rove
Microwave broke, so a *** had to stove it
Dropped it off to my Auntie, told her hold it
I'm posted right now, posted in this Gucci link
7 dead, 30 mill, wonder what Kool G think
Quaters not half O's (I remember)
Now it's the middle of June, and it's snowing like December
If it get into the 'sacs in your hood, I could mend ya'
Ya' *** talkin' reckless on your song, I'll revenge ya'
Pull up to the club in a Phantom, I had a vision
Break 'em all down on the hammer, end of vision
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Future]
Pop that *** up in that hydraulics (what's 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 *** girl, but I don't know your name
I got diamonds hanging off, they can talk of the insane
Ever since I gave her that molly, man that girl ain't been the same
Better pop *** for a real ***
That's on the way, I'm a deal with ya
I'm a real boss, that real sauce
Don't try me ***, I will floss
That's real talk, my top off, I'm throw it off
*** that green no play golf
I hustle take no days off
(FUTURE)
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