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Chris Brown, Tyga - Remember Me (Audio)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Вокал
Tyga
Tyga
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Автор песен
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Автор песен
Anderson Hernandez
Anderson Hernandez
Автор песен
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Автор песен
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Brian Springer
Brian Springer
Инженер звукозаписи
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Миксинг-инженер
Hersh
Hersh
Ассистент инженера
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Миксинг-инженер
Ryan Kaul
Ryan Kaul
Ассистент инженера
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Ассистент продюсера
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Продюсер
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Мастеринг-инженер
Vinylz
Vinylz
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Girl you know we got the time Got that pussy on my mind Later on, what are we doing? I know you're ready, show that ass Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it Girl I wanna kiss it, while you kissin your girlfriends I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory (Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me) I be banging all on that beat 808, she got the bass when her booty shake She got her friends with her and they a sight to see All that ass, don't let it go to waste All this Hennessy, the liquor, 'bout to penetrate While I'm pushing Lamborghini's on the interstate I long-dick her, I'ma go for hours You minute-made like lemonade I'm fresh as fuck in these Margielas I skate past a nigga better than veterans Bipolar 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 The only thing you close is these curtains And she only got time for a nigga if I take her out to eat A nigga really gotta motivate Man, that's too much work for the pussy I don't work for the pussy, nigga really don't communicate I'd rather lick it like a dinner plate I'd rather keep my money in a safe Bitch, I ain't got time to play I need it now, not a minute late Girl you know we got the time Got that pussy on my mind Later on, what are we doing? I know you're ready, show that ass Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it Girl I wanna kiss it, while you kissin your girlfriends I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory (Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me) Drive your head to a king, nigga Dream house, my dream's bigger Got a deck of cards if my heart switch up Ace of spades, her eyes lit up Diamonds glitter in my car, thriller She pray for me, that's god willin I'm hard to break my boss prison Her new name: Ass-Zilla She love a nigga and that pussy tight Come thru, fuck you all night Some foreplay, that's all right But she rather do number 69 High notes, it's prime time On a couch, hit it from behind Hit you with that large stroke Now she fiendin' for that good dope, yeah That's my bae, she cook and clean and I got it made Handcuff like she a slave, touch ya, let ya tongue taste So high, no ceiling space Numb to it, can't feel her face Yeah, she numb to it, can't feel her face Girl you know we got the time Got that pussy on my mind Later on, what are we doing? I know you're ready, show that ass Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it Girl I wanna kiss it, while you kissin your girlfriends I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory (Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me) Blowing up my line on the cellular She wanna lock a nigga down, on the regular Talking crazy to me like she own the dick But I don't trust her 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 wanna 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 tryna fuck my bitch Then its off with his head, how kings do it My rings ruby Red bandana, I stay woopin' Got too many cribs, I stay movin' Three Lambos, I stay coupin' Yeah, but you don't hear me though Virginia to the Westside My car foreign, the girl sit on the left side Smokin' weed on the plane, that's the best high She gotta sign the waiver 'fore I let her fly It's helipads on the boat Chilling in the South of France, Saint-Tropez, Nice, Monaco But nothing compare to what's in my pants Girl, stop playing! Girl you know we got the time Got that pussy on my mind Later on, what are we doing? I know you're ready, show that ass Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it Girl I wanna kiss it, while you kissin your girlfriends I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory (Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Michael Stevenson, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Jess Reed Jackson, Anderson Hernandez, Allen Raphael Ritter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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