Wiz Khalifa, The Weeknd - Remember You lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
The Weeknd [Abel Makkonen Tesfaye] Toronto, Ontario, Canada 🇨🇦
[Wiz Khalifa, The Weeknd - Remember You lyrics]
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'ma be a memory say it in my ear
So I can hear what you say to me
I got cups full of that Rosé
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
Bad bitch
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
Bad bitch
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
Old rapping ass light years past the class
Hit it, don't have to pass
Nigga, we the new Aftermath
Niggas after fame, I just had to laugh
Niggas 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
Nigga 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 shit 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 fuck 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
Do to you bad bitch
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
Bad bitch
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
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 shit old news
And these haters jocking our old moves
Popping champagne cause we made it
Back of the Phantom, we faded
All of this shit that I did
I probably won't remember tomorrow
Do to you bad bitch
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
Bad bitch
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
Oh, oh used to you
Through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Used to you through with you
Memory, remember you
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'ma be a memory say it in my ear
So I can hear what you say to me
I got cups full of that Rosé
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
Bad bitch
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
Bad bitch
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
Old rapping ass light years past the class
Hit it, don't have to pass
Nigga, we the new Aftermath
Niggas after fame, I just had to laugh
Niggas 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
Nigga 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 shit 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 fuck 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
Do to you bad bitch
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
Bad bitch
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
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 shit old news
And these haters jocking our old moves
Popping champagne cause we made it
Back of the Phantom, we faded
All of this shit that I did
I probably won't remember tomorrow
Do to you bad bitch
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
Bad bitch
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
Oh, oh used to you
Through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Used to you through with you
Memory, remember you