Dj Kay Slay

Dj Kay Slay - Memories lyrics

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Feat. Young Buck, Freeway & Fame

Remember pop got shot and boy got hit

The big bun, get now hooked on some BA shit

I remember low boys, rest in peace freaky tile

I will shot you on and quit before fifty get jack

Memories on feed like, you know car could not

Right now they call the swag

Back then we call and I get it

Smoke more then I should but my memories good

Memories that will be for 24 it should

I’m not leaving in Jay out, nigga help my own

They say I step with somebody too, you not the only one

In case slake, hear clacks, will rock again and get hally

I was only cuff face down bottle, memories on problem

And the way Jorge got it

Wheals will kill Mic and they crack didn’t lock down

I got good and bad memories, these streets are cold

Just for old time stacks I might get over the stove

And don’t forget back, when bank account was froze

Man you remember why I ain’t fuck with you whoer

I got memory

Man one thing about your memories

Man it can lock you up, put you under the sow

Throw away the key

They cannot take away the memories I got

I’m from the streets, so feelin’, this all my memorie

New age rap trap, check out my melody

Mom shelter me dreams are coped stone from me

I ain’t listen to a thing, my pops was selling me

So I’m me, I was feelin’ me

When I was garent, here some nigga try trap me

Kept the cooler, keep all busts to me

Moved bout one hunnit but when some drop dealing me

This super fallin’, high like the sillan be

Fly with this striped on, black like the Dylan beat

Press something to check in, I barely miss you,

I know some circumstance so different then you agree for me

So I’mma rap this mine ship and it’s beatin’

Need a real nigga ridin’ immediately

These all my memories, when I visit the baby, get all my memories

And when I got you, bang so many memories

Bang you with me in my world, you won’t forget you

And I pray that I love and forget me

Yeah

Man some of my most unforgettable memories

Had be arrange bout my grandparents who get all the projects

Rest in peace, I wish I could bring ‘em back

Do for them, what they do for me

Same gang, same rules, we still mashing

You know the most beat dog

We stay mashin’

I still got the trap on the fall

We still mashin’ x 2

I had a different tidy beat go lang ,

Ruby’s in my range, what a mean in flat top

Post it up, bang the crash

Fast, check all my bang, drop it

Get the boys mirror, and my best views roll gulu

Mamy baby boy come throw

Pay inside the box with the lights use to gang bang

That boy can, what’s the thing back there?

In the crack baby boy, what’s the thing back there?

To mentaine that thing we use to ______(?)

Fall on me full of marijuana all night

New this for the taken

Get the dice shaken

To get your eyes shake,

Won’t fallin’ new pound box

In night stay and Lord forgive me for my sins

That I done back in

Reminisces I was way back then

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