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Waka Flocka Flame

I Remember

 

I Remember

(альбом: Salute Me Or Shoot Me 6 - 2019)


Squad
Hahahaha
I'm back, nigga
(The streets been waiting on this shit)
Trapaholics, real trap shit
(Salute Me or Shoot Me volume 6)
Lex Luger, you a fool for this shit, nigga
I said I'm back, nigga
Trapaholics, DJ Big Tiny, nigga
What the fuck going on, nigga?
(Squad)
We ain't jerking, we bleeding over here, nigga
(Brick Squad business)
Know what I'm sayin'?
Trapaholics, real trap shit
Y'all niggas tripping, we bleeding
Saying shit just to say it, mane
(We're gonna take you motherfuckers back)
But it's all love
(Take 'em back Waka, talk to the streets)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Where you from, nigga?
Where you from, nigga? Throw your flag up
Last nigga played got toe-tagged, bagged up
Zip him up, shoot his whole hood up
When it comes to guns and cash these niggas know we loaded up
Backwoods, roll 'em up, nuts big as bowling balls
Get him, splash that chow call
Behind the wall I send that kite, they eating you
I remember trapping out of public housing
Mister Big Drip, no water fountain
Young Flocka on the block, nigga stay styling
With your kids mother, she all in my face smiling
I remember them days, when my partner Dunk passed
Riverdale, top down, cooling like a trunk blast
I remember foot patrol and the bus pass
Trapping out the school, dimes in my lunch bag
I remember 12 tryna lock a nigga up
Two-Three zone, tryna box a nigga up
Beating niggas up on the Marta bus
Been a fool, but you niggas ain't smart as us
I remember fucking hoes in the bando
No power, but we got a couple candles
No drummer, but we got a lot of ammo
I remember having hammers in my JanSport

Nigga I'm from Grove Street nigga, 5751 nigga
I'm from upper Riverdale Road nigga
330 Arrowhead Boulevard nigga
How that sound, nigga?
(Hood)
My first spot I seen ten thousand, nigga
Really had them ten by ten, one twenty-five by ten
(Salute Me or Shoot Me volume 6)
Niggas really had slabs in they mouth, nigga
Bars in they nuts, nigga
On God, nigga
Ain't got shit to prove, nigga
I been the king, fuck a crown
I remember late nights, feeling hunger pains
Wrapping bricks of cocaine

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