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 kissing your girlfriends
I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that’s a memory
Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me (Ha, look)
I be bangin’ 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
A-A-All that ass, don’t let it go to waste
All this Hennessy, this liquor, ’bout to penetrate
While I’m pushin’ Lamborghinis 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 nigga 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
Only thing you close is these curtains
And she only got time for a nigga if I take her out to eat
A nigga really gotta motivate
Man, that’s too much work for the pussy
I don’t work for the pussy, nigga really don’t communicate
Ha, I’d rather lick it like a dinner plate
I’d rather keep my money in a safe
Ha, bitch, I ain’t got time to play
I need it now, not a minute late, ha
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 (Oh, babe)
Girl, I wanna kiss it (Yeah, yeah)
While you kissing your girlfriends
I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that’s a memory
Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me
Bow your head to a king, nigga
Dreams house, my dreams 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 willin’
I’m hard to break, my bars prison
Her new name, Ass-Zilla
She love a nigga and that pussy tight
Come through, fuck you all night
Some foreplay, that’s all right
But she’d rather do number 69
High notes, it’s prime time
On a couch, hit it from behind
Hit you with that large stroke
Now she fiendin’ for that good dope, yeah
Ha, that’s my bae, she cook and clean, I got it made
Handcuff like she a slave
Touch ya, let your tongue taste
So high, no ceilin’ space
Numb to it, can’t feel her face
Yeah, she numb to it, can’t feel her face
Girl, you know we (Yeah)
Girl, you know we got the time
Got that pussy on my mind, later on, what are we doing? (I know)
I know you’re ready, show that ass
Girl, you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it
Girl, I wanna kiss it (I wanna kiss it right there)
While you kissing your girlfriends (Oh-whoa)
I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that’s a memory (I bet I—)
Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me
Blowin’ up the line on my cellular
She wanna lock a nigga down on the regular
Talkin’ crazy to me like she own the dick
But I don’t trust her as far as I can throw the bitch, ha
Momma told me to find a keeper
But I switch like designer sneakers
A girl with the finest features
Every nigga 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 nigga tryna fuck my bitch
Then it’s off with his head, how kings do it
My rings ruby
Red bandanna, I stay woopin’
Got too many cribs, I stay movin’
Three Lambos, I stay coupin’
Ha, but you don’t hear me though
Virginia to the Westside
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
Helipad on the boat
Chillin’ in the South of France, Saint-Tropez, Nice, Monaco
But nothin’ compare to what’s in my pants
Girl, stop playin’
Oh-oh, babe
Girl, you know we got the time (We go the time, so later on, what are we doing?)
Got that pussy on my mind, later on, what are we doing? (Oh-oh)
I know you’re ready, show that ass (Getting horny, babe)
Girl, you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it
Girl, I wanna kiss it (I wanna lick, lick, lick right there, right there)
While you kissing your girlfriends (Baby)
I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that’s a memory (Whole lot)
Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me
Exploring the Sensuality and Confidence in “Remember Me”
Chris Brown’s “Remember Me” captivates listeners with its unapologetically sensual energy and vivid storytelling. The lyrics paint a picture of lust, intimacy, and the thrill of physical attraction. Brown’s vivid imagery and playful wordplay highlight his confidence, as he describes memorable nights and passionate encounters. The song’s recurring themes of desire, pleasure, and dominance are woven into clever metaphors and references to luxury, making the track both provocative and stylish. Ultimately, “Remember Me” is a bold celebration of sexual chemistry and the lasting impression of a passionate romance.
Song Credits
Artist: Chris Brown
Songwriters: Chris Brown, others
Release Year: 2017
Label: RCA Records