Remember Me
Okay I step in this bitch in Margeila whip is vanilla from movin Ben stilla
Walk in the room I'm wit nothin but killas they gon pop ya melon if I ever tell em
I told em fuck all that shit let's get money break down a bo got a line on tha onions
Chasin a bag I ain't talkin bout funyun that shit so stepped on would've thought it got bunions
Fuck it still get yo hoe up off the molly rollin like trollie she can't feel her body
Talkin too reckless gon get yo ass bodied I send my young boys to come rob the whole party
Fuck that real nigga and I got it off whip ridin round the city wit tha Nina on the hip
I ain't talkin j buckets put tha d up on tha script now I got ya wifey suckin d up in whip
Put me on a lic so I told em what it look like nigga good coke hope it cook right nigga
Choppa knockin off ya whole left face u don't look right nigga bullets flying cuz u took flight nigga
Bitch I came from the bottom of the bottom of the slums 30 hallows hangin out tha bottom of the gun
Track coach I can teach a goofy nigga how to run shotgun free smoke pumpin like a lung
Where I'm from we dont do the talkin u can hold fast nigga leave ya body in a whole trash nigga
Shakin up work cuz tryna get bands more grams than a room full a ol ass niggas
Get it in blood member dem days comin up in tha mud wit nothin but a slugs
All of the bitches would call me a scrub now look how they hang from the dick at the club uhh
Boonie Boy yea i am that I'm from the city where these niggas gettin fanned at
Catch u up in traffic ain't no tellin where ya mans at cuz that gat Bussin head Bussin like a Amtrak aye
Get off tha weight on a Monday niggas gon hate but I'm hungry
Niggas gon scream they 100 I say that's counterfeit money
Kidnap yo son on a Sunday I'm at yo neck like sum Bombay
Yo bitch ride my dick like a Hondai cop wanna see me get cooked like a entre
Got new model bitch she from Atlanta get wet savanna she teaching me Spanish
She hold the hammer and break down the Hanna put me on a lic for some Vic's in Urbana
Call up my shawties and they gon do damage talkin head shots knock a chunk out yo melon
Niggas get touched so u kno they cant touch me get nailed to the cross put that on mc hammer
These niggas gonna remember me 32 shots let tha swiffer sweep
Fuck a massage cuz they feelin me or they come erase yo identity
Fuck off this money to fuck off this money I get it and get it to fuck it off
Chiraq my city no love at all the competition it's none at all
Walk in the room I'm wit nothin but killas they gon pop ya melon if I ever tell em
I told em fuck all that shit let's get money break down a bo got a line on tha onions
Chasin a bag I ain't talkin bout funyun that shit so stepped on would've thought it got bunions
Fuck it still get yo hoe up off the molly rollin like trollie she can't feel her body
Talkin too reckless gon get yo ass bodied I send my young boys to come rob the whole party
Fuck that real nigga and I got it off whip ridin round the city wit tha Nina on the hip
I ain't talkin j buckets put tha d up on tha script now I got ya wifey suckin d up in whip
Put me on a lic so I told em what it look like nigga good coke hope it cook right nigga
Choppa knockin off ya whole left face u don't look right nigga bullets flying cuz u took flight nigga
Bitch I came from the bottom of the bottom of the slums 30 hallows hangin out tha bottom of the gun
Track coach I can teach a goofy nigga how to run shotgun free smoke pumpin like a lung
Where I'm from we dont do the talkin u can hold fast nigga leave ya body in a whole trash nigga
Shakin up work cuz tryna get bands more grams than a room full a ol ass niggas
Get it in blood member dem days comin up in tha mud wit nothin but a slugs
All of the bitches would call me a scrub now look how they hang from the dick at the club uhh
Boonie Boy yea i am that I'm from the city where these niggas gettin fanned at
Catch u up in traffic ain't no tellin where ya mans at cuz that gat Bussin head Bussin like a Amtrak aye
Get off tha weight on a Monday niggas gon hate but I'm hungry
Niggas gon scream they 100 I say that's counterfeit money
Kidnap yo son on a Sunday I'm at yo neck like sum Bombay
Yo bitch ride my dick like a Hondai cop wanna see me get cooked like a entre
Got new model bitch she from Atlanta get wet savanna she teaching me Spanish
She hold the hammer and break down the Hanna put me on a lic for some Vic's in Urbana
Call up my shawties and they gon do damage talkin head shots knock a chunk out yo melon
Niggas get touched so u kno they cant touch me get nailed to the cross put that on mc hammer
These niggas gonna remember me 32 shots let tha swiffer sweep
Fuck a massage cuz they feelin me or they come erase yo identity
Fuck off this money to fuck off this money I get it and get it to fuck it off
Chiraq my city no love at all the competition it's none at all
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Writer(s): Deshaun Carpenter
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