YFN Lucci - Remember lyrics

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YFN Lucci - Remember lyrics

[Chorus: YFN Lucci] Oooh, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout how sh** used to be Damn I remember, goddamn I remember those times, aye About my sh** I’ma get rich or die trying Every man count can’t be a waste of my time [Verse 1: Mozzy] Really cooked the soft really came from the struggle Off for two months easy days in the struggle I never fumble only promise that I made Ask mama damn near gave her ever comma that I made Know its something hanging from that Somalama thang Young life crucify you for that problem, we gang Lord knows, it’s a body on the thang It’s a body on the thang, lord knows You don’t catch a body for the gang, you ain’t know Lil caught a body for the gang then he told Murder on my mind that ain’t healthy for your soul Trackin’ down a bag, gettin’ wealthy on the road It’s only right that I go and let you n***as know I put you on you ain’t reimburse me for the zone Makin model got me lookin’ perty on the low You ain’t playing nothing you just murder n***as low [Chorus: YFN Lucci] Oooh, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout how sh** used to be Damn I remember, goddamn I remember those times, aye About my sh** I’ma get rich or die trying Every man count can’t be a waste of my time [Verse 2: E Mozzy] Up early in the morning blaze up a couple sticks Searching for the drug cause this thang I’m tryna fix Up go yay cray cray with the whip Serve peach fanta couple xans got me lit Eatin’ up the interstate paranoid they might eat Yeah them pigs hit but they ain’t find sh** Make them n***as see it cause they know my time hit If you ain’t from the gang you ain’t welcome round here Better keep it on you if you walk around here All we know is murder get dropped around here Keep it stitched lid ain’t no talkin’ round here It’s a couple real n***as wish they was out here You pillow talkin’ keep that s**a sh** down there Cause I die about mine, boy this sh** really real Young money and my squad pull up for the drip Hundred shell gang I make you n***as feel [Chorus: YFN Lucci] Oooh, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout how sh** used to be Damn I remember, goddamn I remember those times, aye About my sh** I’ma get rich or die trying Every man count can’t be a waste of my time