The Game - I Remember ft future young jeezy BWS Biatch!!

[Hook: Game & Future]
It’s been a long damn time since a nigga sold dope
But if you put a brick right in front of me, I remember
Bakin’ soda and triple beam, I remember
Loaded fully auto magazine, I remember
(I done fucked so many bitches that I can’t remember names
But if you put that pussy right up in my face, I remember
Drop that pussy down on the floor, I remember
The way she comin' down on the pole, I remember)

[Verse 1: Game]
Pop the pussy, don’t play with it
I don’t care if Kanye hit it, I don’t care if Jay hit it
I’mma eat it up and I’mma 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, cum 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
Got a Tishaun and a Honda
And I eat her anaconda
Got condoms in that condo
Got kush greener than Rondo
Still hit me up for that blow
You already know

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[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Drop top ‘Rari shit, I drove it like I stole it
The Lambo' in the shop, told my bitch to Range Rove
Microwave broke, so a nigga had to stove it
Dropped it off to my Auntie, told her hold it
I’m posted right now, posted in this Gucci link
87 dead, 30 mil', wonder what Kool G think
Quotes not hassles (I remember)
Yeah, it’s the middle of June, and it’s snowing like December
If you get into the ‘sac in your hood, I could mend ya’
Ya’ nigga talking reckless on your song, I’ll revenge ya’
Pull up to the club in a Phantom, I had a vision
Break ‘em all down, Arm and Hammer, end of vision

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[Verse 3: Future]
Pop that pussy up in that hydraulics (what’s that)
Six fo', 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, pour a fo'
Been sipping syrup all night, and I get higher than a plane (Pluto)
Yeah, I remember your pussy, girl, but I don’t know your name
I got diamonds hanging off if they could talk it'd be insane
Ever since I gave her that molly, man that girl ain’t been the same
Better pop the pussy for a real nigga
That’s on the way, I’mma deal with ya
I’m a real boss, that real sauce
Don’t try me bitch, I will floss
That’s real talk, my top off, I’m throwed off
I'm on that green and Clicquot (chronic)
I hustle take no days off
(FUTURE)

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