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Remember Me

Remember Me
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作詞:Chris Brown/Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson/Jess Jackson/Anderson Hernandez/Matthew Samuels

作曲:Chris Brown/Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson/Jess Jackson/Anderson Hernandez/Matthew Samuels

[Chrous: Chris Brown & Tyga] Girl you know we got the time Got that pussy on my mind Later on what are we doin' I know you ready show that ass, Girl, you lookin' so bad Gettin' horny watchin' you do it Girl I wanna kiss it While you're kissin' your girl friends I wanna see a whole lot of lickin' that's a memory Bet I make that pussy remember me [Verse 1: Chris Brown] I'm bangin' all on that beat 808s she got the bass when the booty shake She got her friends with her And they're a sight to see All that ass don't let it go to waste All the tendencies to slick bout to penetrate While I'm pushin' Lamborghinis on the interstate I long dick I'mma go for hours You Minute-Maid Like lemonade I'm fresh as fuck In these Margielas I skate past a nigga better than veterans Bi-polar 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 Only thing you close is these curtains She only got time for a nigga if I take her out to eat A nigga really gotta motivate Man it's too much work for the pussy I don't work for the pussy, Nigga really don't communicate I'd rather lick her like a dinner plate I'd rather keep the money in a safe Bitch I ain't got time to play I need it now not a minute late [Chorus] [Verse 2: Tyga] Bow your head to a king nigga Dream this house, my dream's bigger Got a deck of cards with my heart switch-up Ace of spades her eyes lit up Diamonds glitter, my car's thriller She pray for me, that's why I'm willin' Now I'm hard to break my boss in prison Her new name Ass Gilla She love a nigga now pussy tight Come through fuck you all night Some foreplay that's alright She'd rather do number 69 High notes it's prime time On the couch hit it from behind Hit you with that long stroke Next you're fiendin' for that good dope That's my babe She'll cook and clean I got it made Handcuffed like she a slave Touch your leg yo tongue takes So high no center space Numb to it, can't feel her face She's numb to it, can't feel her face [Chorus] [Verse 3: Chris Brown] Go off line on my cellular She want to lock a nigga down on the regular Talkin' crazy to me like she own the dick But I don't trust 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 want to 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 try to fuck my bitch then it's off with his head how kings do it My ring's ruby, red bandana I stay movin' Got too many cribs I stay movin' Three Lambos I stay coupin' But you don't hear me though Virginia to the west side Car foreign girls sit on the left side Smokin' weed on a plane that's the best high Gotta sign a waiver before I let her fly Helipad on a boat, chillin' in the south of France San Tropez, Nice, Monaco But nothin' compares to what's in my pants Girl stop playin' [Chorus]

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