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Memories Back Then ft. Kendrick Lamar & B.o.B

Memories Back Then ft. Kendrick Lamar & B.o.B Lyrics T.I. feat. Kris Stephens

[Verse 1]
In my apartment a long time ago
I knew a bitch, but she was kinda slow
Still gave it up when there’s a few of us
She let me finger fuck her on the school bus
We use to cut school with her and run trains
She wanna hang with us we want one thing
Just penetrating that throat, dog
She choke on it like smoke, dog
But whenever I fuck up my re-up
In a dice game I go see her
She give me enough to buy a quarter ounce
And blow a blunt of that reefer
She used to buy a nigga new sneakers
Pay the bill on my beeper
Just so she can pay me for the 69
And I know what time to go freak her
Then one day I just asked her
Why you always giving ass up?
I mean, damn, a hoe get paid, all you do is get laid
This shit don’t add up
She said Tip all I wanna do is feel is loved
Even if I know it ain’t real love
Even if I know a nigga only finna hit it
Then never call back, I still fuck
And that fucked up, 'cause she so trill
I need something, she go steal
When the trap hot and police ride
Nigga, guess where we go chill
'Bout four years she held dope
My 4 pound 'til it go down
I remember shorty, she stay down
I won’t say her name 'cause she married now

[Hook]
When the lights go out and I’m in my bed
I think about all the madness in my head
All of the things that I did back then
Oh, when I’m in my bed
I think about all the memories back then
All of the things that I did back then

[Verse 2]
She would always turn heads, so she fall through
She would always make moves how a boss do
And she never gave any nigga the time of day
She the chick all the niggas tryna talk to
But when it came to me she had a thing for me
When we kicked it she rolled up the weed for me
And we both cut class posted up in the cut
Just to watch if the police coming
We got close to each other, 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 each flight
Another show after show each night
She started getting so suspicious of other bitches
She go through my phone and we fight
Talkin' bout time between the two
Wasn’t much more that we could do
Wasn’t really much space for us, she stay down
Every tour she see me do
But I guess one night I had a few
One night I had a few right
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
With my common sense neglected
Two months later, next thing I know
I get a text that say "I’m pregnant"
And you can almost bet she kept it
And that’s the reason that you left me
On top of all that, wasn’t even mine
When and got paternity tested, damn...

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Wait, hold up, is that you?
With them big old thighs after school?
J305 and gave me high five when I say I’m in hot pursuit
You say I won’t drive till Kendrick drive
A new Montecarlo that cruise
And that shot my pride, try 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 you 'bout to break a levy
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 home
A new pre-Madonna I smelt it
Tried to make you mine (hoe)
Tried to make some time (hoe)
But I ain’t got the time or the patience to wait in line, hoe
Her dreams all Versace, she fall for Armani
She only deal with rich niggas
Fuck you and Mitt Romney
I’m grown now, I’m on my own now
I’m pop-pop-popping change, my phone now
When I get home now I got op-op-options
Fast forward, wait - is that you?
With them big old thighs after school?
With your 3 kids and 3 baby daddies and car note that’s overdue
I know...

[Hook]

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