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Memories Back Then

[Verse 1: T.I.]

Aye, in my apartment a long time ago

I knew a bad bitch, but she was kind of slow

Still gave it up when it's a few of us

She let me finger fuck her on the school bus

We used to cut school with her and run train

She want to hang with us, we want one thing

Just penetrating her throat, dawg

She choke on it like smoke, dawg

But whenever I fucked up my reup

In a dice game I go see her

She'll give me enough to buy a quarter ounce

And then blow a blunt of that reefa

She used to buy a nigga new sneakers

Pay the bill on my beeper

Just so she can pay to put a "69"

And I know it time to go freak her

Then one day I just asked her

"Why you always give your ass up?

I mean damn these hoes get paid

All you do is get laid, this shit don't add up."

She said, "Tip, all I wanna do is feel love

Even if I know it ain't real love

Even if I know a nigga only finna hit it

And then never call back, I still fuck"

And that's fucked up, she's so trill

I need somethin', she go steal

When the trap hot and police ride

Nigga, guess where we go chill?

For 'bout four years she held dope

And my four pounds till' it goes down

I remember shawty, she stayed down

I won't say her name because she married now

[Hook: Kris Stephens]

When the lights go out

And I'm in my bed

I think of all the madness in my head

All of the things that I did back then

When I'm in my bed

I think of all the memories I've had

All of the things I did back then

[Verse 2: B.o.B]

She would always turn heads when she'd fall through

She would always make moves how a boss do

And she never gave any nigga time of day

But she the chick all the niggas tried to talk to

But when it came to me, she had a thing for me

When we kick it she roll up the weed for me

And we'd both cut class post up in the cut steady

Watching just to see if the police coming

We got close over time, her and I

Right around the time that I first got signed

Come to think about it I was 'bout 17

I ain't even have a license, couldn't even drive

I was going back and forth with these flights

Another show after show, each night

She became so suspicious of these other bitches

She'd go through my phone and we'd fight

Talk about torn between the two

Wasn't really much more that we could do

Wasn't really much space for us

But she stayed down with every tour she seen me do

But I guess one night I had a few

Huh, one night I had a few

Yeah, this little chick that caught my eye

I told her "hurry up, meet me at the room"

And no, I didn't have a contraceptive

And my common sense neglected

And two months later next thing I know

I got a text that said "I'm pregnant"

And you can almost bet she kept it

That's the reason why you left me

On top of all that, it wasn't even mine

I went and got paternity tested

Damn!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]

Wait, hold up, is that you?

With them big ol' thighs after school?

Jay 305 had gave me high five

When I said I’m in hot pursuit

You said I won’t ride until Kendrick drive

A new Monte Carlo that cruise

And that shot my pride, I tried to improv

But no freestyle I never do

You looking for the nigga with the tallest 'fetti

You overlooking every nigga that ain’t quite ready

To make it rain on you like about to break a levee

Hold up, that pussy petty

Yeah, your nails did, your hair did

Your cell phone is selfish

It only got numbers that come with a Hummer

Her new prima donna I smelt it

Tried to make you mine, ho!

Tried to make some time, ho!

But I ain’t got the time or the patience

To stop and wait in line, ho!

Her dreams holds Versace

She fall for Armani

Only deal with rich niggas

Fuck you and Mitt Romney

I’m grown now I’m on my own now

I’m po-o-o-oppin'

Change my phone now

When I get home now

I got o-o-o-options

Fast forward, wait is that you?

With them big old thighs after school?

And your 3 kids and 3 baby daddies

And car note that’s overdue?

I know

[Hook]

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Lyrics submitted by nathan.

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