memories back then

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 there was 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 wants to hang with her, we want one thing
Just penetrating her throat, dawg
She choke on it like smoke, dawg
But whenever I?
In a dice game or go see her
She'll give me enough to buy a quarter ounce
And then blow a bunt of that reefah
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 what time to go freak her
Then one day I just asked her
Why you always getting your ass up?

I mean damn me and Hov 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's not real love
Even if I know a nigga only finna hit it
and then never call back, I still fuck"
And thats fucked up
Because she's so trill
I need some, she go still
When the trap hot and police ride
Nigga guess where we go chill?
About four years she here though
My four pounds till' it goes down
I remember shawty, she stayed down
But I won't say her name
She married now

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

She would always turn heads when she falls through
She would always make moves like a boss do
And she never gave any nigga the time of day
But she the chick all these 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 to see if the police coming
We got close overtime, her and I
Right around the time that I first got signed
Come to think about it I was 'bout 17
Didn't have a licence, couldn't even drive
I was going back and forth from 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 much more that we could do
There wasn't much base 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 one chick that caught my eye
I told her "hurry up, meet me at the room"
And no, I didn't have a contraceptive
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 fraternity tested

Wait, hold up, is that you?
With them big ol' thighs after school?
J305 and gave me high five when I say i'm in high 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 knew
You looking for the nigga with the tallest fetti
You over looking at 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 my 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
She 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
With your 3 kids and 3 baby daddies and car note that's overdue
I know