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Memories Back Then (feat. B.o.B, Kendrick Lamar & Kris Stephens)

T.I.

Hip-Hop/Rap

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T.I. - Memories Back Then ft. B.o.B., Kendrick Lamar
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
B.o.B
B.o.B
Vocals
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Vocals
Kris Stephens
Kris Stephens
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Songwriter
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Bobby Ray Simmons, Jr
Bobby Ray Simmons, Jr
Songwriter
Victoria Monét
Victoria Monét
Songwriter
Maurice Jordan
Maurice Jordan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenoe
Kenoe
Producer
Elliot Carter
Elliot Carter
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Aye, in my apartment a long time ago I knew a bad bitch, but she was kind of slow Still gave it up when it's a few of us She let me finger-fuck her on the school bus We used to cut school with her and run train She wanted to hang with us, we wanted one thang Just penetratin' that throat, dawg She choked on it like smoke, dawg But whenever I fucked up my re-up In a dice game I go see her She'll give me enough to buy a quarter ounce And then blow a blunt of that reefer She used to buy a nigga new sneakers Pay the bill on my beeper Just so she can page to put a "69" And I know it time to go freak her Then one day I just asked her "Why you always give your ass up? I mean, damn, these hoes get paid All you do is get laid—this shit don't add up." She said, "Tip, all I wanna do is feel love Even if I know it ain't real love Even if I know a nigga only finna hit it And then never call back, I still fuck." And that's fucked up, she's so trill I need somethin', she go steal When the trap hot and police ride Nigga, guess where we go chill? For 'bout four years she held dope And my four pounds 'til it goes down I remember shawty, she stayed down I won't say her name, 'cause she married now When the lights go out and I'm in my bed I think of all the madness in my head All of the things that I did back then When I'm in my bed I think of all the memories I've had All of the things I did back then She would always turn heads when she'd fall through She would always make moves how a boss do And she never gave any nigga time of day But she the chick all the niggas tried to talk to But when it came to me, she had a thing for me When we kicked it she roll up the weed for me And we'd both cut class post up in the cut steady Watchin' just to see if the police comin' We got close over time, her and I Right around the time that I first got signed Come to think about it I was 'bout 17 I ain't even have a license, couldn't even drive I was goin' back and forth with each flight Another show after show, each night She became so suspicious of these other bitches She'd go through my phone and we'd fight Talk about torn between the two Wasn't really much more that we could do Wasn't really much space for us But she stayed down with every tour she seen me do But I guess one night I had a few Huh, one night I had a few Yeah, this little chick that caught my eye I told her: "Hurry up, meet me at the room!" And no, I didn't have a contraceptive What my common sense neglected And two months later, next thing I know I got a text that said "I'm pregnant" And you can almost bet she kept it And that's the reason why you left me On top of all that, it wasn't even mine I went and got paternity tested—damn! When the lights go out and I'm in my bed I think of all the madness in my head All of the things that I did back then When I'm in my bed I think of all the memories I've had All of the things I did back then Wait, hold up, is that you? With them big ol' thighs after school? Jay 305 had gave me high five When I said I'm in hot pursuit You said I won't ride until Kendrick drive A new Monte Carlo that cruise And that shot my pride, I tried to improv But no freestyle I never do You lookin' for the nigga with the tallest 'fetti You overlookin' every nigga that ain't quite ready To make it rain on you, like I'm about to break a levee Hold up, that pussy petty Yeah, your nails did, your hair did Your cell phone is selfish It only got numbers that come with a Hummer Her new prima donna I smelt it Tried to make you mine, ho! Tried to make some time, ho! But I ain't got the time or the patience To stop and wait in line, ho! Her dreams holds Versace She fall for Armani Only deal with rich niggas; fuck you and Mick Romney! I'm grown now, I'm on my own now I'm po-o-o-oppin' Change my phone now when I get home now I got o-o-o-options Fast forward, wait, is that you? With them big ol' thighs after school? And your three kids and three baby daddies And car note that's overdue? I know When the lights go out and I'm in my bed I think of all the madness in my head All of the things that I did back then When I'm in my bed I think of all the memories I've had All of the things I did back then
Writer(s): Clifford J. Harris, Maurice Jordan, Kendrick Lamar, Victoria Monet Mccants, Bobby Ray Simmons Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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