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WIZ KHALIFA lyrics : "Remember You feat. The Weeknd"

[Intro -The Weeknd]
She's about to earn some bragging rights
I'm 'bout to give it up like I've been holding back all night

Girl, take pride in what you want to do
Even if that means a new man every night inside of you
Baby, I don't mind

You can tell by how I roll
Cause my clique hot and my cup cold
My talk slurred cause I'm so throwed

And I'm wiping sweat from my last show
And he's TG and I'm XO
I'm only here for one night

Then I'mma be a memory
Say it in my ear, so I can hear what you're saying to me
I got cups full of that Rose

Smoke anything that's passed to me
Don't worry 'bout my voice
I won't need it for what I'm about to do to you


[Hook x2]
Bad (*##$, girl I think I might get used to you

I might have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me


[Verse 1 - Wiz Khalifa]
Old rapping $$#

Light years past the class
Hit it, don't have to pass
^!$$%, we the new Aftermath

^!$$%s after fame, I just had to laugh
^!$$%s after fame, I'm after cash
You's a fan, I'm a player

I'm the man, you's a hater
And I only smoke papers
That's how you tell I'm Taylor'd

^!$$% listen
Break it down, rolling weed on the island of my kitchen
And not a thing goes down without permission

Look, everything I got on I was made for
Everything that I got I done came for
All the %#@! that you see I done slaved for

All the cars and the crib, yeah that's paid for
Need I say more
Spend so much money on clothes

Said $#&@ a store, making my own
I hope that you're rolling one up while you're singing along
And know I was rolling one while I was making this song

Pour out some shots
You're taking too long
Young and I'm rich

And plus all of my friends on that Bombay and lemonade

[Hook]


[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa]
I'm on some gin, you on some gin

I'm moving slow, I'm driving fast
I hit the weed, you take the wheel
We lose control

Drop the top in that 69
And that motor roar in that old Chevelle
Can't say a thing, how you supposed to feel

Stacking all of this paper, dawg
I like to call this %#@! old news
It means haters jocking our old moves

Popping champagne cause we made it
Back of the Phantom, we faded
All of this %#@! that I did I probably won't remember tomorrow

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