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letra de memories - big quis

[verse 1: big quis]
let’s get it, tonight i’m going out i need to be around some love
call my n-ggas up, tell em meet me at the club
pour them whips out, bring that ice out
tomorrow ain’t promised, we gon ball right now
me and dre was young as h-ll stunting on you haters
throw that money out the whip. back to start the eighter
me and pay was on that escalade on the sixes
teenagers f-cking with them two grown b-tches
you went to arizona with them beds. playing spades drinking beers with the mexicans
me and dre was in miami popping perrier
that’s the sh-t we used to drink about the ninth grade
rock got his first pistol case cause of me
i owe you one, if you ever need me imma come
i ain’t done making memories, let’s make so more
if i ain’t never said i love y’all n-ggas now y’all know

[chorus: big quis]
i be chilling, i don’t know what’s gotten into me
lost so many of my homeboys in the streets
some in jail, some dead, rest in peace
they took y’all but they didn’t take away the memories
all the hoes we had f-cked. (ayy)
all the money we had touched. (ayy)
when we got into that fight. (ayy)
lets hit the club tonight and make so more memories

[verse 2: doughboy dre]
money on my mind i can’t sleep
i been stressing lately can’t think
say h-llo to the bad guy
in my zone i be so high
custom leather suede. sh-t. b-tch i be so fly
twenty thousand on my dinner i don’t give a f-ck
pour them [?] bottles tryna light it up
i remember all the times i ain’t have sh-t
got my first pistol case tryna hit and l1ck
everyday i’m lit. wasted off that cognac
n-ggas looking for your boy like a lone jack. (i’m here)
twenty bands on my lawyer that’s for my freedom
n-ggas rockin’ face sh-t like we don’t keep ’em
put the d on the map now its time to ball (313)
old gold digging b-tch i don’t f-ck with y’all
roll a blunt, spark it up n-gga, get high
pop a bottle with your team, put ’em in the sky

[verse 3: payroll giovani]

once upon a time, in detroit city
a group of young cats that the broke n-ggas envy
they f-cked a lot of hoes. made a lot of n-ggas. [?]
downtown in different whips
rollie crowns on the wrists
new album signing jackets to drop

[?]

these n-ggas wasn’t even rapping yet
they had a operation when you weren’t trapping yet
they started doing songs the city knew the sh-t was true
’cause every song they talked about the sh-t you see them really do
a few n-ggas got jam. some

- big quis

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