Chris Brown

Chris Brown - Remember Me lyrics

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Yeah you know we got the time, got that pussy on my mind

Later we, what are we doin’?

I know you ready show that ass

Girl you looking so bad,

Getting honey, watching you doin’

Girl I wanna kiss it

While you can see your girlfriend

I wanna see you whole out of liquor, that’s a memory

I bet I make that pussy remember me


I’m banging all on that beat, NOA she got the base with that butty shake

She got her friends with her

And they make side to see

All that ass don’t let it go and waste

All that silly girl will get all penetrate

While I’m pushing Lamborghini on the inside state

A long dick, I’mma go for hours

You mini man like remane

I’m scraping as fuck and they jealous

I skate and pass, nigga from better to better

By polo cop wing me to ______(?)

My chain to bright no time to set this on

When I pull it out, bitch nervous

Better ride this way of surface

Girl you better keep the legs open

Only think you close is this curtains

If you only got time for a nigga, if I take it our if hit then nigga you gotta motivate

Man it’s too much worth, for a pussy I work

For pussy you really don’t communicate

I rap the liquor like a dinner plate

I rather keep the money in the seif

Bitch I ain’t got time to play, I need it now, I need it in the lay


Bang your hand to a king nigga

Dreams house, my dreams bigger

Got a deck of card and my heart will switch up

Action space turn the _____(?)

Diamonds glitter, my car glitter

She pray for me, that’s wild willing

I’m hard to break, my bust prison, her no name

Aczila, she loving nigga, that pussy tight

Come throw, fuck you all night

Some four play, that’s alright, but she rather do number sixty nine

Hard notice, hard time

On the couch hit it from behind

Hit you with that long strap

Now she banging for that good dope

That’s my vane, she cooking clean, I got it main

Hand cuff like she a slave

Touch your leg, you tongue taste

So high, no seller plate, number too will get on the face

Yeah numb to, can’t get the face


Doin’ on the line, I’mma say you lie

She wanna lock a nigga down on the regular

Talking crazy to me like she own the dick

I can’t trust the falls I can’t throw the bitch

Mamma told me to find a keeper

But I switch like designa snickers

A girl with define features

Every nigga wanna talk to but I got the first one as keeper

Balling in the back of my team

Her ass on my mind, I dream booty

Any nigga try to fuck my bitch and it’s all for this air and I came doin’

My ring’s rubin have banz in and I stay buffin’

Got to many cribs I stay movin’

Three limbos I stay cooping

But you don’t hear me dog, but take it to the west side

Call for so I guess it’s on the left side

Smoking weed on the plan, that’s the best part

She got a sign away before I let it fly

Got a plan for that booth_____(?) such a pain

Needs mind and go, but nothing compares to what it’s in my pants


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