the weeknd - remember you (sped up)

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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 wanna 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 hard and my cup cold
My tongue 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
And I'ma be your memory
Sing it in my ears, so I can hear what you're saying to me
I got cups full of that Rose
Smoke anything that's passed to me
Don't worry 'bout my boys
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'ma 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'ma 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
Lightyears 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 of a player
I'm the man, you's a hater
And I only smoke papers
That's how you tell them Taylors
Nigga listen
Break it down, rolling weed on the island of my kitchen
And not a thing comes out 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
Good to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I'ma 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'ma 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
Not Motor 1, not old Chevelle
Can't say things like supposed to feel
Stacking all of this paper, dawg
I like to call this shit old news
It means haters jockin' our old moves
Poppin' champagne 'cause we made it
Pack in the Phantom, we faded
All of this shit that I did I probably won't remember tomorrow
Good to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I'ma 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'ma 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 yeah
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
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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 wanna 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 hard and my cup cold My tongue 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 And I'ma be your memory Sing it in my ears, so I can hear what you're saying to me I got cups full of that Rose Smoke anything that's passed to me Don't worry 'bout my boys 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'ma 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'ma 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 Lightyears 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 of a player I'm the man, you's a hater And I only smoke papers That's how you tell them Taylors Nigga listen Break it down, rolling weed on the island of my kitchen And not a thing comes out 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 Good to you Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you I'ma 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'ma 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 Not Motor 1, not old Chevelle Can't say things like supposed to feel Stacking all of this paper, dawg I like to call this shit old news It means haters jockin' our old moves Poppin' champagne 'cause we made it Pack in the Phantom, we faded All of this shit that I did I probably won't remember tomorrow Good to you Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you I'ma 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'ma 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 yeah 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