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Chris Brown, Tyga - Remember Me (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Vocals
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Songwriter
Anderson Hernandez
Anderson Hernandez
Songwriter
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Springer
Brian Springer
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Hersh
Hersh
Assistant Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Kaul
Ryan Kaul
Assistant Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Producer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Vinylz
Vinylz
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Girl, you know we got the time
Got that pussy on my mind
Later on, what are we doing?
I know you're ready, show that ass
Girl, you look so bad, getting horny watching you do it
Girl, I wanna kiss it, while you kissin' your girlfriends
I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory
(Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)
[Verse 2]
I be banging all on that beat
808, she got the bass when her booty shake
She got her friends with her and they a sight to see
All that ass, don't let it go to waste
All this Hennessey, the liquor, 'bout to penetrate
While I'm pushing Lamborghini's on the interstate
I long-dick her, I'ma go for hours
You minute-made like lemonade
I'm fresh as fuck in these Margielas
I skate past a ****, better than veterans
Bipolar cold, give me the medicine
My chain too bright, no Thomas Edison
When I pull it out, bitch nervous
Better ride this wave, bitch, surf it
Girl, you better keep them legs open
The only thing you close is these curtains
And she only got time for a **** if I take her out to eat
A **** really gotta motivate
Man, that's too much work for the pussy
I don't work for the pussy, **** really don't communicate
I'd rather lick it like a dinner plate
I'd rather keep my money in a safe
Bitch, I ain't got time to play
I need it now, not a minute late
[Verse 3]
Girl, you know we got the time
Got that pussy on my mind
Later on, what are we doing?
I know you're ready, show that ass
Girl, you look so bad, getting horny watching you do it
Girl, I wanna kiss it, while you kissin' your girlfriends
I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory
(Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)
[Verse 4]
Drive your head to a king, ****
Dream's house, my dream's bigger
Got a deck of cards if my heart switch up
Ace of spades, her eyes lit up
Diamonds glitter in my car, thriller
She pray for me, that's God willing
I'm hard top break my boss prison
Her new name, Ass-zilla
She love a **** and that pussy tight
Come through, fuck you all night
Some foreplay, that's all right
But she rather do number 69
High notes, it's prime time
On a couch, hit it from behind
Hit you with that long stroke
Now she fiendin' for that good dope, yeah
That's my bae, she cook and clean and I got it made
Handcuff like she a slave, touch ya, let ya tongue taste
So high, no ceiling space
Numb to it, can't feel her face
Yeah, she number to it, can't feel her face
[Verse 5]
Girl, you know we got the time
Got that pussy on my mind
Later on, what are we doing?
I know you're ready, show that ass
Girl, you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it
Girl, I wanna kiss it, while you kissin' your girlfriends
I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory
(Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)
[Verse 6]
Blowing up my line on the cellular
She wanna lock a **** down, on the regular
Talking crazy to me like she own the dick
But I don't trust her as far as I can throw the bitch
Mama told me to find a keeper
But I switch like designer sneakers
A girl with the finest features
Every **** wanna talk to her
But I got her first, finders keepers
Violins in the back, is my theme music
Her ass on my mind, I dream booty
Any **** tryna fuck my bitch
Then it's off with his head, how kings do it
My ring's ruby, red bandana, I stay whoopin'
Got too many crips, I stay movin'
Three Lambos, I stay coupin'
Yeah, but you don't hear me though
Virginia to the Westside
My car foreign, the girl sit on the left side
Smokin' weed on the plane, that's the best high
She gotta sign the waiver 'fore I let her fly
Helipads on the boat, chilling on the South of France
Saint Tropez, Nice, Manaco
But nothing compares to what's in my pants
Girl, stop playing
[Verse 7]
Girl, you know we got the time
Got that pussy on my mind
Later on, what are we doing?
I know you're ready, show that ass
Girl, you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it
Girl, I wanna kiss it (Lick lick lick right there)
While you kissing your girlfriends
Baby, I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory
(Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)
Written by: Allen Raphael Ritter, Anderson Hernandez, Chris Brown, Jackson Jess Reed, Jess Jackson, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Michael Ray Stevenson
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