Remember by E$CO BABY Lyrics
Intro:
Ohhhh, We was posted in the slums
Youngins on the crumb, we ain't had no hope so we had to serve them pounds
Chorus:
Remember I was broke, all these bitches didn't fuck with me
Now I'm gettin dough, all these bitches showin love to me
They talk behind my back, but they smile in my face
Fuckin with them drugs, feelin like I'm outerspace
Remember I was broke, all these bitches didn't fuck with me
Now I'm gettin dough, all these bitches showin love to me
They talk behind my back, but they smile in my face
Fuckin with them drugs, feelin like I'm outerspace
Bridge:
A lot of niggas want me gone but it won't phase me
I seen a lot up in these streets, shit done changed me
Brodie keep one on his hip for the safety
All these bitches did me wrong, they done played me
A lot of niggas want me gone but it won't phase me
I seen a lot up in these streets, shit done changed me
Brodie keep one on his hip for the safety
All these bitches did me wrong, they done played me
Verse:
Late nights we was juggin 'till the sun came up
A couple niggas switched, my niggas really changed up
And free all of my niggas, 'cause the system framed us
And fuck all of them snicthes, 'cause the really named us
Yeah Yeah
Was in the whip four deep, we was spinnin
These hoes don't really love a nigga 'till you winnin
My momma always pray for me, 'cause I be sinnin
Can't come around, you wasn't here from the beginning
I be blowin on exotic 25/8
My youngin itchin, he just tryna raise the crime rate
Was fuckin up, wasn't in a good mind-state
She give me head, but that bitch gave me a migraine
Remember all them times they used to laugh at me
She would never show me love now she all on me
Most of the time I hit the mall, and then I ball homie
I could remember all them days up in them halls homies
Pre Chorus:
We was posted int them slums
Youngins on the crumb
We ain't had to hope so we had to serve them bums
I ain't gone stop 'till a nigga number one
Brodie keep it with him, he gone shoot that shit for fun
Yeah Yeah
Gotta get it how we live
Yeah, I was fuckin up on priv
Yeah, momma praying that I live
Yeah, hope I don't run in to them kids
Chorus:
Remember I was broke, all these bitches didn't fuck with me
Now I'm gettin dough, all these bitches showin love to me
They talk behind my back, but they smile in my face
Fuckin with them drugs, feelin like I'm outerspace
Remember I was broke, all these bitches didn't fuck with me
Now I'm gettin dough, all these bitches showin love to me
They talk behind my back, but they smile in my face
Fuckin with them drugs, feelin like I'm outerspace
Bridge:
A lot of niggas want me gone but it won't phase me
I seen a lot up in these streets, shit done changed me
Brodie keep one on his hip for the safety
All these bitches did me wrong, they done played me
A lot of niggas want me gone but it won't phase me
I seen a lot up in these streets, shit done changed me
Brodie keep one on his hip for the safety
All these bitches did me wrong, they done played me
Outro:
We was posted int them slums
Youngins on the crumb
We ain't had to hope so we had to serve them bums
I ain't gone stop 'till a nigga number one
Brodie keep it with him, he gone shoot that shit for fun
Ohhhh, We was posted in the slums
Youngins on the crumb, we ain't had no hope so we had to serve them pounds
Chorus:
Remember I was broke, all these bitches didn't fuck with me
Now I'm gettin dough, all these bitches showin love to me
They talk behind my back, but they smile in my face
Fuckin with them drugs, feelin like I'm outerspace
Remember I was broke, all these bitches didn't fuck with me
Now I'm gettin dough, all these bitches showin love to me
They talk behind my back, but they smile in my face
Fuckin with them drugs, feelin like I'm outerspace
Bridge:
A lot of niggas want me gone but it won't phase me
I seen a lot up in these streets, shit done changed me
Brodie keep one on his hip for the safety
All these bitches did me wrong, they done played me
A lot of niggas want me gone but it won't phase me
I seen a lot up in these streets, shit done changed me
Brodie keep one on his hip for the safety
All these bitches did me wrong, they done played me
Verse:
Late nights we was juggin 'till the sun came up
A couple niggas switched, my niggas really changed up
And free all of my niggas, 'cause the system framed us
And fuck all of them snicthes, 'cause the really named us
Yeah Yeah
Was in the whip four deep, we was spinnin
These hoes don't really love a nigga 'till you winnin
My momma always pray for me, 'cause I be sinnin
Can't come around, you wasn't here from the beginning
I be blowin on exotic 25/8
My youngin itchin, he just tryna raise the crime rate
Was fuckin up, wasn't in a good mind-state
She give me head, but that bitch gave me a migraine
Remember all them times they used to laugh at me
She would never show me love now she all on me
Most of the time I hit the mall, and then I ball homie
I could remember all them days up in them halls homies
Pre Chorus:
We was posted int them slums
Youngins on the crumb
We ain't had to hope so we had to serve them bums
I ain't gone stop 'till a nigga number one
Brodie keep it with him, he gone shoot that shit for fun
Yeah Yeah
Gotta get it how we live
Yeah, I was fuckin up on priv
Yeah, momma praying that I live
Yeah, hope I don't run in to them kids
Chorus:
Remember I was broke, all these bitches didn't fuck with me
Now I'm gettin dough, all these bitches showin love to me
They talk behind my back, but they smile in my face
Fuckin with them drugs, feelin like I'm outerspace
Remember I was broke, all these bitches didn't fuck with me
Now I'm gettin dough, all these bitches showin love to me
They talk behind my back, but they smile in my face
Fuckin with them drugs, feelin like I'm outerspace
Bridge:
A lot of niggas want me gone but it won't phase me
I seen a lot up in these streets, shit done changed me
Brodie keep one on his hip for the safety
All these bitches did me wrong, they done played me
A lot of niggas want me gone but it won't phase me
I seen a lot up in these streets, shit done changed me
Brodie keep one on his hip for the safety
All these bitches did me wrong, they done played me
Outro:
We was posted int them slums
Youngins on the crumb
We ain't had to hope so we had to serve them bums
I ain't gone stop 'till a nigga number one
Brodie keep it with him, he gone shoot that shit for fun